This week has been physically, mentally and emotionally exhausting. In turn, I’m giving my body the day off. No Pilates, no yoga, no running and no appointment with my trainer.
Pretty soon I won’t have the opportunity to take breaks. Starting in March I will be working out seven days a week. Toward the end of the month until competition I have to kick my ass into high gear and will be coming face-to-face with cardio equipment and the training floor twice a day.
If this were an every day situation I would have to say I would be pretty comfortable with my body composition as it is right at this moment. I’m in the best shape I’ve been in since early high school. However, choosing to compete makes these circumstances extraordinary. I have to push my body as far as it can go.
Yes, this is hard. It wears on every aspect of your being. But in the end I can say I accomplished what many people have deemed to be an impossible task for me. What many people won’t dare to try. I would have given it my all, left everything on the table and had something to show for it. Doesn’t that make it all worth it?
Nobody envies my diet or how much time I have to spend at the gym, but that’s okay with me. For the first time in a long time I don’t walk around trying to suck in my gut. I don’t pass a window or a mirror glance to the side and say “ugh fatty you should skip lunch today”.
I am proud of myself. My effort. My accomplishment. And no one can take that from me. Today I am invincible.