I am entering my third week of a new nutrition and workout regimen. It’s been strict but not overwhelming so far since I transitioned into it very slowly. I started out my cutting my FAVORITE things… potatoes and bread. Moment of silence for my taste buds. I loooove French fries and pretty much any kind of bread. *sigh* Ok back to the subject. I workout 4-5 times a week by going to the gym at 6am before work. I meal prep every few days and pack my lunchbox with my lunch and a few snacks as well.

Today I hit a wall when I went to the gym. Something wasn’t right. I’m not sure what it was. While the cardio wasn’t too difficult, the weightlifting was a STRUGGLE! Weight that I normally lift without an issue was extremely challenging. I couldn’t do my normal amount of reps. I questioned my form. I questioned my strength. It took me longer than usual to do a workout I have been killing as far as time. I felt like I was out of steam.

This afternoon I had a revelation. While that was a feeling that I didn’t like, I had to realize that it was not an identifying moment. Unfortunately, as a perfectionist I often measured myself by the things I completed and their level of excellence. My workout not being the greatest doesn’t mean that I’m not the greatest. (Because I am lol.) Seriously though, I had to separate the two ideas. I can have a bad workout and not be a bad person. Novel idea, huh? ALSO, I had to accept that having those moments are part of the journey. I won’t always feellike working out and every time won’t be amazing. And that’s ok.

It seems like such a juvenile concept, but it has been quite enlightening for me. I felt so much better about my human moment and felt encouraged to bounce back. I realized that I was the one holding the weight of me being perfect.

Fellow perfectionists, can you relate to falling apart for a millisecond when you are imperfect… also known as being human? Anyone else get me?

XOXO,