Let’s try not to focus on the fact that yet another weekend has reached the end of its legs and another busy, hectic week looks us in the face. Easier said than done, I know. At least I had another chill day today to refresh myself before the mile-long lists of to-dos reappeared.

This morning, I set my alarm for 6;30 am – a slight punch to the stomach for a Sunday morning. Sunday mornings are the only morning of the week which I can sleep-in, so I will stay in bed typically until 7:00 or later. The thing is, though, I usually still wake up around 6:30 am naturally, but lay around for the rest of the time. Today, I set the alarm with the mindset that if I wanted to stay in bed, I could…or if I felt rested enough, I could go ahead and get my workout done for the day.

I almost lazily hung about, but then I looked to the future and the thoughts of an afternoon with nothing on the agenda appealed far greater than an extra 30 minutes under the covers. The workout won! Cathe intervals – check! Sweaty mess – check!

Good thing I pretty up nicely.

I don’t think my church friends would have appreciated the nasty.

As every Sunday morning, we spent a large portion of our day at church with our Sunday study group and then worship service. The message from our study group’s discussion really struck me. It was just the message I needed to hear this morning and reaffirmed quite a few things for me. I love when that happens! I may have to share it later this week, since it’s a general topic we all question from time to time.

Once 12 o’clock rolled around, we made our way home for the afternoon. Finally, by 1 o’clock, the kids were fed and down for their naps and I could sit down to lunch with Peter.

I think that is the hardest thing about Sundays. I eat breakfast around 8 am and can never eat lunch until one. I want to inhale my kitchen every week after church! Instead, I make the quickest and most satisfying thing I can think to make – and it almost never includes veggies. Take today’s lunch for example -

Another grilled hummus, tomato, and cheese sandwich. An apple. An Oikos honey Greek yogurt. Not a single green in sight. It’s like this every week. I guess veggies just don’t cut my hunger and cravings when the hunger beast comes out in full force. Interesting since I know a load of veggies will fill me up real well. I don’t question my belly, I just feed it what it wants. Cravings = good. Or at least they make it easier to decide what’s for lunch. If only they could clue me in to what’s for dinner tonight too.

• What types of foods do you turn to when you reach the point of HANGRY?
• Would you rather get more sleep or get your workout out of the way?

Be sure to check out my guest post for Ellie @ Fit For The Soul!!!

this morning’s Self-Love Reflection comes from one of my long time internet friends – Becca. She does the competition thing with grace, determination, and self-care. I love her journey and watching her continue to grow into a fitter person inside and out. She basically rocks! I hope you enjoy reading more from her. Take it away, Becca!

Hi everyone! I’m Becca and I blog over at Ihearteggs if you didn’t already know that. Anyone looking at my blog would automatically think “hot mess”… or so I’d like to think. With a tendency to be all over the place, I recently left my career in the city to move back to my hometown. Things haven’t been easy and a few years ago this would have killed me because…well, it wasn’t perfect.

Giving up my “perfect” life to make a total life change and giving up my full independence is not like me. I’ve always strived for perfection, but then I started to realize a few things - mainly that perfection was leading me on a dangerous path. Finally being able to let go of that image in my head led to more self love and acceptance than I could have ever dreamed of.

So why is everyone so obsessed with “perfect”?

• Being the perfect competitor
• Being the perfect employee
• Being the perfect girlfriend/sister/mother
• Being the perfect you

That’s why I prefer to say “perfect” now instead of straight up perfect. It all comes down to the comparison trap, letting others dictate who we should be, what we should do, and what is normal.

I always strived for perfection. I mean who doesn’t want that?

I was the perfect daughter. I did as I was told. I went to the schools that were expected of me. I took the right paths in life. Therefore, everything should be great and wonderful right?

Wrong.

While everything looked perfect, I felt far from it. The smile on my face wasn’t real and it wasn’t until I finally decided to break that perfect cycle and take off to Montreal on my own that I really found my happiness. Leaving was hard. The feeling of disappointing everyone, giving up on my fake dreams, made me feel confused and vulnerable. But at least for once I was feeling something.

It was letting go of those expectations and comparisons that allowed me to find MY perfect. The Becca with a no plan-plan, who would take off to Vermont for a weekend because I could and then “waste time” wandering aimlessly for hours. I finally realized I was a spur of the moment impulsive planner.

How is that for crazy and imperfect for you? Pretty great, eh?

I was the same way with dieting for competitions. I wanted to be “perfect”, to follow my plans to the letter, never question, never want explanation.

You want me to stop eating dairy? Okay! Cut out all salt and water? Done! Add in another hour of cardio a day and cancel the rest day? I’m on it!

Huh?! Say what? Fast track right back into disordered eating if you ask me.

So I researched, and I planned and I found a coach who allowed me to not have to eliminate foods. I didn’t have to spend hours on the stepmill. I found a coach who allowed me to be perfect… at being imperfect.

Perfect diets don’t work. Everyone is so different and so individual that you have to find your perfect or you’ll end up miserable…and probably 50 lbs heavier than where you started. Been there, done that. No thank you!

What I’ve learned is perfect for everyone else isn’t necessarily perfect for me. While I know my life and my habits would drive some people crazy, I’d be crazy without them. I fully embrace this new mindset. I no longer strive for the perfect model body, the perfect career, or the perfect home. I strive for being the best ME, whether it’s on a stage, playing at the park with my nephew or burning dinner…for the third night in row.

I used to be terrified of making mistakes and taking the wrong path… but now? Bring it on. I accept the good with the  bad, but most of all I accept me, flaws, talents and everything in between.

• What is a way you have tried to be “perfect”? How do you embrace “imperfections” now?