I need to remind myself why I am on this journey. Why I deliberately take time away from my daughter each day to work out. Why I skip the dessert at the party. Why I pass up the rolls at Texas Roadhouse (um which is so incredibly hard to do). Why I keep the pants that are too small in my closet.
I do this because I want to be there for this little girl.
I want to show her that when you put your mind to something you can achieve it.
That no matter how long it takes to reach your goal if you keep working at it you can get there.
I want to show her what not giving up looks like.
Giving up is so easy. Not going to the gym is easy. Eating whatever you want is easy. I want to show her that what comes easy isn't always what is best. I want to show her how to fight for what she wants.
More than anything though, I want her to be proud of me.
I want to be proud of me.