A better me

Yesterday I looked in the mirror and saw that I had absolutely no definition in my stomach area. As much as I have been regularly exercising at least once per week, I have not been eating the healthiest way, allowing myself to indulge more than once per week. 

I miss feeling toned. I miss the regularity of exercise. The feeling of pride when I see definition, when I fit into clothes better, when my stomach doesn’t bloat as easily. Nowadays it seems that I exercise only because I want to show people that I am leading a healthy lifestyle, but it is slowly becoming more of something to “show” rather than something I am doing for myself.

I used to keep all my workouts a secret. I did Insanity every single day and ate healthy. I never did tell the people around me because I didn’t want people to wonder why, and question why, which they always do when they happen to find out. But ultimately, the results were for myself. And the achievement and happiness I felt translated into other parts of my life.