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Writer's pictureTia DeVincenzo

How do we accept our good?

Goals are important but why do they always have to be so black and white? 


“If I don’t hit this weight in 3 weeks then I must not be working hard enough.” 


“I didn’t meal prep at the beginning of the week so I must not be organized enough to live a healthier lifestyle.” 


I know that some weeks, months, years, I set the highest expectations for myself and when I do not achieve them I feel like I have let the entire world down. (dramatic?? You clearly don’t know me well enough yet 😉) 


Recently I was speaking with my business coach and she suggested the “good. better. best.” method. 


At first, all the self help books started flooding my mind and my initial thought was "what do mean? Me showing up is always my best????? I'm TRYING here." The harsh reality is, just showing up without a plan doesn't always work out in my favor.


Often it leaves me feeling like an underachiever and most definitely NOT at my best.


As I was rattling off my business goals, what I want to achieve for my business, my clients, and at the pace I want to achieve it, she had to reel me in a bit. She asked me what I was doing for myself in all the chaos. 


Let me tell ya, when an impatient mind shoots for the moon, sometimes it loses sight of the vessel that will get them there. (the vessel being my own body and mind)


“Well recently I started doing 50 jumping jacks, 25 squats, 20 lunges, and 10 push ups at least once a day.” 


She was like “so that’s your ‘good’ for physical movement.” 


AHA. It clicked. I was already implementing this into my life in one way or another, what was lacking was I needed to change my perspective on myself.


And... It freaking changed my life.


You see I LOVE moving my body and I do it all day long, but I do it based on my clients needs. 


Not my own. 


As life goes, I don’t always have time to get to the CrossFit class times or drive to a yoga studio and completely zen out. 


So… I cut down movements that I need nothing for besides a tiny bit of space and less than 5 min of my time. 


And it makes me feel DAMN good.


That is MY version of ‘good’. It keeps my mind at peace and gives me energy on the days I am struggling to find a moment to myself.


My ‘better’ would be going for a walk and doing a little strength training. We love this. Beautiful moments in time. 


My ‘best’ is going to a class throwing around weights or a very long hike with ample time outside. This version makes me feel like I’m on top of the world. But it's not always achievable.


Instead of feeling BAD about not achieving my best every day, I brought in something that is enough for me to feel accomplished.


We all have different things we are working towards and goals we want to set but instead of making it so black and white… let’s find the gray areas. 


Let's create YOUR version of good. better. best?


Do you have a goal that seems impossible to achieve? 

Something you have been working towards for a while but just can't seem to get there?

Or finish it consistently?


Write it down. Break it down. 


Example: I want to meal prep every week and stop eating out.  


What would you be content with achieving? There is room for improvement but it makes you happy enough. 'Good' could look like taking two to three prepared lunches to work during the week from home. 


Now, step it up a little. 'Better' could look like packing your lunch the night before each meal with leftovers from dinner.


'BEST' would look like making a batch of protein for the week, a few roasted veggies and some go to snacks so you can scoop them up pre-made in the morning without thinking about it.


We will always be our harshest critics but we need to start accepting ourselves for our good. It’s a hell of a lot better for our health - mentally and physically - than beating ourselves up over not being enough. 


Small steps climb big mountains, people. 


You’re here. 

You’re trying. 

You are enough.


Lots of love, 

Tia

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