My morning routine is just that, routine. This morning I woke up, used the restroom, weighed myself and went straight to the coffee maker. Once I got that running, it was time to chug a glass of cold water and wake myself up.
Somewhere between chugging the water and making the coffee, I realized I had forgotten to log that handful of gummy worms I ate while watching a rerun of the Bachelor the night before. My husband likes to bring home sweets — usually, they don’t appeal much but last night was an exception.
It was in that moment of logging the ten gummy worms that I was reminded how much of perfectionist I am. You see, I couldn’t just leave yesterday’s log alone. I wanted it to be accurate and knowing it was made me feel good.
Before you get your panties in a bunch or think that you have to track every gummy worm you eat, keep in mind that I don’t track my macros every single day of the year. I have a photoshoot and vacation coming up in 10 weeks that I’m leaning up for.
But I’m not writing this to talk about macros; what I really want to touch on today is perfectionism.
Having a type-A personality can be extremely useful in life. You enjoy getting stuff done; you make lists just to check things off and being organized makes you feel like you’ve got your shit together.
Sure being a perfectionist has some benefits, but it also has some equally significant downsides.
While it can appear to outsiders that us “type-A’s” are in perfect control, the opposite is often true. Despite looking like we have our shit together, often we feel completely lost — especially when it comes to body image.
It’s easy to go down the rabbit hole of perfectionism, slowly picking your body apart for every little piece that’s wrong with it. Obsessing over tracking every single bite of food becomes a practice you cannot break. Your life revolves around working out, and social functions become a nuisance. Seeing your family and friends becomes a chore.
I’m here to tell you, that shit will break you.
I’ve been there. It’s for those reasons and more that I gave up competing. And I’m so happy that I did.
These days I only track macros when I feel like it or if I have a specific goal to reach. I don’t feel like I *have* to track. The choice is mine.
I’m no longer feel controlled by food or guilty when I miss the occasional workout.
For some of you this may not seem like much, but for those of you who can relate, you’ll know what a huge deal this is. The freedom of being comfortable and confident with your body while still pursuing improvement is huge.
It may take you some time to get to that point but just remember that life is so much more than a number on the scale. You can be a perfectionist, track your macros, maintain a kick-ass physique, prep for events, etc. but don’t forget to check yourself and make sure you’re not going down the dark rabbit hole of perfectionism.
If your self-worth is based solely on your physical appearance, you’ll never be satisfied.
Once you find balance, life will be so much better. <3
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