No one’s perfect.
Sure, we hear that all the time and we’re reminded of it
regularly weekly daily hourly practically every moment – but that doesn’t mean that we’re not supposed to try.
On my 42nd birthday, I told myself that I would blog and exercise every day for one year. The blogging was to keep my mind and writing skills going beyond work related ramblings. The exercise was to, well, not be fat.
The blog part has been tricky and occasionally needed some backdating to make sure the goal stayed fulfilled – but with this post I am still up to date. The exercise has been a little harder. I’m technically four (4) workouts behind on my “every day” goal which means somewhere along the line I need to exercise/go to the gym twice a day for four days.
Going to Aquatica and seeing myself in a bathing suit yesterday reminded me that I still have a long way to go. Luckily, I was at a water park in December. Thus, my overweight pasty white self fit in flawlessly with all the British tourists. I was (seriously) half tempted to speak with an English accent the whole time just to fit in.
But I digress.
No one’s perfect. Non-perfect people don’t annoy me; people who stop trying to better themselves on some level annoy me. We can all be better people and the sometimes just the struggle to do so is the defining characteristic.
So what’s the purpose of this post? There is none – except to remind myself to keep trying.