The Ridiculous Mistake

This morning I made the ridiculous mistake of weighing myself at the gym to check for “progress,” insisting on an arbitrary measure for a body that feels remarkably stronger and is miraculously pain-free. This sent me into a tailspin of self-loathing that walked around with me through my whole weight lifting practice, making every rep into a type of punishment. By the time I got to the deltoid exercises I hate anyway, I was ready to quit. Instead I closed my eyes and whispered to myself, “you are so tough, you are so tough,” in my sweetest inner voice until all that other bullshit faded away. I’m counting this as a success. One because I didn’t quit, and two because 30 minutes to turn around on hating yourself could be a global record. 🙂