Perfection

I am not perfect. I strive to be perfect. I pretend to be perfect but I am not.

I am human. I make mistakes. I've made numerous impulse decisions which I have later regretted, but it's all a process, this thing called life. Every decision. Every action. It all has consequences. I strive to do my best. I workout consistently. I try to make good, healthy meals for my family.

But perfection I am not.

Occasionally, I will run into people I know at the grocery store. Do you know how many times people turn their carts away from me and ask me not to look in their carts? I am not the food Nazi. I am a simple woman who likes to lead a healthy, but normal lifestyle.

So when I post something on Facebook, for instance, talking about how I am craving a bowl of Captain Crunch or a batch of white chocolate macadamia nut cookies, please know I have an ulterior motive behind it. Do I want the bowl of Captain Crunch? Sure, yes, Captain Crunch was the cereal of my childhood and every once in a while I get a giant whiff of that sugary crap and my senses go wild. Do I want it? Yes, but will I give into that craving? Probably not. I have self control. It comes with maturity.

So then why would I post it on Facebook? Because I want everyone to realize that I am just like them. Just because I am an Ironman or an endorphin addict does not mean I don't also have food issues. I struggle just like 90% of the American population. I have to face down demons and win the battle in order to become victorious.

We are all a work in progress. We are all living with the consequences of our actions. Sometimes it's easy to beat ourselves up and berate ourselves over a mistake in the past, but it's in the past. It's time to move on. It's time to stand up, take ownership of our decisions and move steadily forward.

March on, soldier, march on!