Health Is WealthRichelle HenryMarch 07, 2021health is wealth, diary, fitness, failure1 Comment

I'M A CHEATER

Health Is WealthRichelle HenryMarch 07, 2021health is wealth, diary, fitness, failure1 Comment

Okay so here's the deal. THIS MESS IS HARD. I'm going to be completely transparent. I've cheated a few times, but you know the type of cheating you can forgive? I know I was just kidding. Well, I've learned my lesson now. I'm about to tell you why, but before I do let me say this.

I love food.

It's one of the things I can actually enjoy no matter what mood I'm in, what city I'm in, or what kind of money I've got in my pocket. All food is good food to me, as long as it's prepared properly of course. We are not eating chicken tar tar (if you know, you know). I'm the type of person that will try any food at least once, and I do have a mission to try at least one thing from every culture on earth. My favorites are things from Asian countries like Thailand and India.

Anyway, I didn't really come to talk about my favorite cuisines, but that I gained three extra pounds, playing around with my eating decisions. I'm actually not having a good time (LOL). I'm consistently not taking this as serious as I should, I guess. I'm going to take accountability for the Zaxby's I had last night but come on. Three pounds? It should not be that easy to pick up weight. It really is not fair to me that I could fast, cut red meat and bread for a month, and workout, and I have nothing to show for it.

What sucks is that there is nothing certain or comfortable about this journey.

I'm not going to lie, I'm a bit discouraged. There's nothing I hate more than uncertainty. Variables were not my favorite in math but at least I got it. This, I do not understand, and by ‘this’, I mean my body. It's absolutely ridiculous. From dealing with hormones and the general anxieties I deal with "normally", I also have to worry about my body showing just how much work I have to do. Maybe that's why this means so much to me. I think it's easier to assume that someone isn't happy and healthy when they are society's ideal weight or beauty. It's never been something I really put much thought into it, but this fitness thing takes a great deal of mental work, and a LOT of healing is happening in the process. I'm dealing with my own insecurities, as well as those that were projected onto me. That's why this means so much. I want more than just the physical weight to fall off. Everything else has to go with it.

If you can relate, or have ever had similar sentiments, comment some advice below. I'm also open to hearing what sucks the most about your fitness journey.