A Confession.

I have a confession to make.

Sometimes... I'm tempted to only blog when things are on an upswing. As in, pretend the bad days never happen. I mean, part of the whole purpose of doing a blog like this is that you want to encourage people, right? Inspire people. Be positive. It's such an easy trap to fall into. "Well, I didn't cook myself any food today, so what's the point in blogging?", I think to myself. Or "I'm feeling frustrated as hell today and like I'm making no progress at all....ain't nothing worth blogging about here."

Well, today was one of those days. I found myself feeling rather defeated that I've had a hard time getting back into cooking since my recent parade of flus and colds. And in a hardcore amount of pain from the new gym regimen I tried out yesterday (which involved a barbell, a bunch of attempts at squats, overhead presses and deadlifts... and a bunch of snickering bodybuilders. Who were obviously just jealous.) So I got home this evening, feeling like I should blog...yet not wanting to admit I had a less-than-stellar day.

But then I remind myself that these are the times I absolutely HAVE to blog.

Not this time, brick wall!

Why? Because I've hit my head against a brick wall trying to believe perfection is possible before. But I always learn the same lesson: it's a bunch of hogwash (pardon my British). And the real purpose of this blog is to take all of these revelations that I've had the good fortune to stumble upon (particularly over the past year of my life, which was revelation-heavy), and put them into practice. And maybe even have them translate to somebody, via this electronic piece of paper. Well, I wouldn't be doing that if I conveniently forgot to mention all of the hard stuff. You can't enjoy the view from the top of a mountain unless you're willing to climb the thing. And climbing is hard. So is life sometimes. And eating healthy.

So yeah, today was hard. In fact, it sucked. I wanted to cheat. Having forgotten my lunch, I stared at the vending machine at the library and contemplated the bags of chips and chocolate bars staring back at me. Such an easy solution! And so tasty too... I can barely remember what chocolate tastes like. Maybe it's time to remind myself. Nobody will know. There's nothing else to eat around here. I'll just have one!

Oh, I wanted to. But in the end, I turned around and walked away, continuing my search for something healthier. And having admitted how close I was to chucking my resolve makes not doing it that much more meaningful...because there ain't no such thing as success without struggle.

So on I march. Ready to take on the world (and those bodybuilding guys) again. And again. And again.

xo Janine