I am not my mileage.
I am not my weight.
I am not my bodyfat.
I am not a number.
I am not what I do.
I am not what I can't do.
And neither are you any of those things.
I'm a whole, entire person, complete with quirks, guilt complexes, and delusions of grandeur (in my case). I bet you're pretty complex, too.
I am often hit in the face with reality.
I often bump up against my dreams and find they are, indeed, impossible.
I do my best! I angrily say to myself. Not always! I angrily answer. Sometimes, I decide to coast. Sometimes I don't put 100 percent into whatever it is that I claim to want. If I really wanted it, nothing would stop me, right? Somewhere along the line I decided I didn't want it—whatever it is— quite that much.
Sometimes my best just isn't good enough ... for me. Because ultimately, there's no one else who cares. There's no one else I have to please, except myself.
Just me. Unfortunately, I'm one tough customer.
Which is why I have to remind myself of who I really am. So this is my little reminder.