Today, I posted this on Instagram.
I am trying to be kind with myself and love who I am in the moment.
I am 43.
There are thousands, if not tens of thousands or even more, women of that age who look far better than me. Can I get better?
I have, and I will again.
However, I am okay with where I am at the moment.
I yo-yo with motivation and discipline...and food. It's life, but I keep on trying.
A little progress is still progress.
I will never be perfect, and I have to stop getting upset with myself when I screw up.
I'm telling the negative talk in my head to fuck off more, and it's making me happier.
And this is probably meant to be a spoof, but eff it doesn't make me feel better and smile every single time that I listen to it.