Sometimes when I’m working out, striving for a longer, leaner frame, I wonder if it’s worth fighting for.
It happens every year. Summer starts out just swell: beach days, freedom, kids sleeping in until 6:05 am. We make bucket lists about all the awesome things we will do before the season ends.
Remember when blogging was everyone’s way to stay in touch, keep a photo journal and chronicle the stories we lived through? That was fun. But just not reality anymore.
I have been on a journey, and it has taken me so much longer than I ever thought it would. But the first step of my pilgrimage was to accept and love myself for where I was at.