I had this notion of getting super fit before I began this crazy journey with The Asylum. I wanted to 'Get Shredded." I set a crazy goal weight in mind and knew that if I followed the thirty days, I would achieve it.
So I started to document the process through photos and videos. Just me. Looking very raw. It's been an enlightening discovery. A year ago I wouldn't haved dared put myself on camera and exposed my body, my face, my flaws to the world. But today, I don't care.
For the first time...ever I can look at myself and NOT cringe. I had a moment this past week that made me realize that any imperfection is a part of who I am. The creases on my forehead - the worry, the anxiety, the stress I often succumb to. The extra little pooch on my stomach - the womb I carried my beloved child. The loose skin below my butt - the child girl that will always be a part of me.
It's not about the number on the scale, but it's about the journey and the process of being more than I think I can be and doing more than I think my body can handle. It's not about how many pull ups I can do...or not do, it's about challenging myself to be better. I'm not just physically changing my body, I'm discovering the core of who I am, what I want for myself, what matters to me and most importantly what really doesn't matter at all.
I've exposed my weaknesses. I can't do everything. I'm not particularly coordinated. I'm human. But every day, I do my best. I put forth effort. I work hard and never succumb to excuses. I'm not perfect and it's okay.