Bumps in the road happen. Or at least that's what I tell myself when I blow all my flex points on pizza and candy.
Not sure why I did it. Silly really. Especially since I want to fit into a dress this weekend. Unconscious eating in front of the TV in a celebratory mood cuz we were having a family movie night.
But this is what I know. I don't have to be perfect. I lost 80 lbs without being perfect. I'm raising 3 really incredible kids without being perfect. I'm in a happy marriage and I am definitely not perfect. While the search of perfection may be a noble pursuit...it's also an impossible one. And while I'm not satisfied with 'good enough' most of the time, I am learning how to forgive myself and move on. Which is what I'm doing today.
I'm trying to be a better person...not a perfect person. Cuz nobody likes perfect people or at least people who think they're perfect.
Okay, not sure where that came from, but there it is. A pep talk to a recovering perfectionist (that's me).