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Fuck Your Goals

Someday, I would “like” to.

I hear this phrase often. To me, it means “if it happens, great, but I am not counting on it...”

What a tragedy.

When something matters, you make it happen. There is no “I don’t have time” - you make time for what is important. You can call something a priority, but actions speak louder than words.

My goals are never just words. There is nothing in this world that I want that I am not willing to go get. I almost hesitate to refer to anything as a “goal” because that term doesn’t do what I want to accomplish justice.

Fuck your goals, what are your OBSESSIONS? What are you willing to walk through hell while doused in gasoline for?

“Experts” preach SMART (specific, measurable, attainable, realistic, and timely) goals. Fuck attainable. Fuck realistic. Those are constraints put on us by people that aren’t willing to go to war with themselves to get what they want. Those people believe it’s ok when things don’t perfectly line up.

They hide behind “it wasn’t meant to be instead of saying “Motherfucker, I get a say in this...”

So you can write down your goals and your plans and what hope to accomplish, spend days overthinking it and looking for affirmation from others that your plan is solid - or you can just decide that there is nothing in the world that will stand in your way and just be a bad ass.

Action demolishes fear. When whatever you are chasing terrifies you yet inspires you, then you know you have the right target in sight.

It’s up to you to go get it.

Def ok

Boy, this week has been tough. Between the kiddo teething, homework and some family issues, it has been very difficult to self motivate. Having to literally drag myself out of bed in the morning is a struggle. But it’ll all be worth it in the end

With the right mindset, it could be more

Imagine a life lived like this. Fully happy in your roles, everyone and everything in its place. A house made into a home, a couple made into a family. Christmas has always made me feel that warm glow of family, hearing the kids running around as me and my future spouse have a cup of coffee, watching the excited looks on their faces as they scramble to divide up the presents under the tree, my hand resting on her swelling stomach, a new life growing inside of her. Bliss.

Christmas is coming. As usual my husband wants me to get our home all decorated with Christmasy vibes, so our family and friends can come over for the party. This year is a bit different though. He wants me to wear this tight, flowing dress that shows off what we had been busy doing secretly over the past year. Or may not so secretly, at least our neighbour heard us, I think. He wants me to flaunt my maternal curves, my thick and round belly that is carrying his legacy. He wants to parade me around as his trophy wife, his pregnant trophy wife, asking everyone to place their hands on my belly and feel what he has done to me. And perhaps, what I want him to do to me, over and over again.

Day 1: The toughest of days

Today we had a pt test. It didn’t go well at all. 32 pushups, 42 sit-ups and a 20:13 2 mile. Needless to say, I have a lot of work to do.

Since I forgot to update this, here is the most current update to this post. Again, bragging on myself quite a bit. Going from 210 to 175 is a huge step in the right direction. Looking forward to many more milestones in the future

I’m going to brag on myself here for a minute. In August, I got off mission with the army at the heaviest I’ve been. Caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and thought “That’s not ok.” And decided to fix it. Today, I took a picture of myself in the same shorts I was in back then. Progress! Feels good to have my clothes literally falling off of me because they’re too big.