This past week was trash. The End.
No, but really, I barely tracked any of my progress, if at all. I am on my third day of not getting in the steps, not logging my food or water, and barely getting any sleep.
My emotions were in a whirlwind the past few days. From the freaky run-ins with mirrors to finally accepting that I need to do better financially.
Related:Mirror Mirror on the Wall
The biggest takeaway however for this week has been my thought and speech patterns. While I have always heard people talk about how the ways you speak to and about yourself can affect your self-perception, I never really took note of it until I found myself journaling almost every day this week. I have begun to believe my self deprecating humour to the point where it makes others around me either uncomfortable or they believe it’s okay to treat me poorly. Even worse, when I do make small changes to help better myself they don’t take me seriously and it hurts.
Also, when I see others doing well I feel sad, angry and stuck. Which in turn leads to me berating myself even more. So yes, this week was trash, because I am discovering a lot of ugly truths about myself, but there is a bright side, a silver lining. I know now that I have the power to turn things around. To go through the growing pains and stop hiding or burying everything. I will learn to love and accept who I was, who I am now, and who I will become. Every day, progress.