Perfection: the condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects.
The push was an accident. It was one of those times when you’re cautiously walking over something dangerous, and the person behind you grabs you and fake jolts you near the edge. You scream and freeze, but soon relax when you recognize you’re still on safe ground.
This scenario is normal for most people.
I, however, have a complete lack of balance, and suddenly found myself falling, and eventually sinking, into a sucking mud-pit from an Alaskan Glacier.
I’m stuck…I can’t get myself out…OMG, I really can’t get myself out!I’m stuck here forever!What am I going to do?I’m going to drown!
I didn’t drown, and I didn’t have to find a solution solely on my own.
Staying Consciously On The Walkway
I’m guilty of striving for Perfection. It’s what our society obsesses over, and I’m guilty of obsessing over it too.
Every week, I cautiously walk the “Perfection Platform” (can’t help it with all the alliterations…;-)). I know it’s not healthy to achieve Perfection, but again, I’m guilty of striving for it:
- 30 minutes of exercise
- 30 minutes of learning Farsi
- 3+ glasses of water
- 30 minutes of studying/reading
- Healthy, clean eating
This is my daily trudge. I convince myself that by following these self-directed guidelines, I will be on my way to achieving Perfection in my physique, health, linguistics, and career.
Falling Into The Perfection Pit
Things usually go smoothly week to week in a fairly consistent and routine way. That is, until life happens, and something out of your control knocks you off balance.
For me, it was the monthly avenge of being a female. I felt bloated, swollen, and completely out of shape. Clothes I normally had no problem fitting into were suddenly a struggle to button. Even workout shorts were becoming suctioned to my thighs. Talk about discouragement from wanting to hit the gym! Not to mention the added bonus of hormonal emotions…!
Getting Out On Your Own
I was anxious, discouraged, insecure, and emotional.
I tried to get out of my funk by exercising, but the act of even changing into workout clothes was disheartening. I was self critical of my workout appearance, performance, and muscle soreness during the following days of recovery.
I became self-critical of my eating habits. Sure, I was eating healthy, but my cravings had me snacking throughout the day and late into the night, perpetuating the feeling of lack of control, lack of willpower, and a sense of self-neglect.
Despite my best attempts to beat the bloat, counter the cravings, and persevere through my poor work-out performances, I felt pretty defeated. I needed help.
Reaching Out For Help
Date night became my therapy session. It was pivotal in rebuilding my motivation, demolishing my self-hate attitude, and re-energizing my positive outlook on self-care.
Look Around And Re-Appreciate
Letting Out A Laugh
After my walk, I came back to my apartment feeling lighter and happier.
I wanted to use this experience as new motivation for self-growth, positive change, and to build a healthier outlook on my life.