Perfection is a Myth

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.