I am... despite my food failures, killing it in the gym(s) on a near-daily basis. Still keeping up with ClassPass, and still taking 5-6 classes a week. I took yesterday off because I wasn't feeling too hot after traveling on Sunday, but I made up for it with an ass-kicking this morning at SWEAT via tabata-style workouts. I even ran treadmill sprints with no achilles pain!
I feel... the tiny familiar twinges I haven't felt in awhile. Of apathy when it comes to caring about what I eat. Of throwing my hands up and saying "eff it" every time I'm confronted with unhealthy choices. Of wanting to withdraw and just be alone instead of making plans with friends. I was diagnosed with depression my senior year of college, and while I've come a long way since then, every once in awhile I can feel those little feelings creeping back in. Work is good. Family is good. Friends are good. But still there are things that are making me feel mehhhhhh. My weight, for one. Social (read: dating) things, for another. But reacting as I have been is not going to make me any happier, and it certainly isn't getting me closer to my goals.
I won't... continue to let myself fall back into old habits, and this path I've been on is a slippery slope. I know what it feels like to justify "rare" indulgences, which are actually not so rare. I know where that path leads, and I don't want to go back there.
I am... a product of my choices, not of my circumstances.
I am... stronger than the obstacles that stand in my way.