WHAT MATTERS MOST
Eight days out from my first competition, I thought I would be a lot more miserable.
I was warned about the temper tantrums, and even crying, with the loss of carbs in the final drying out phase of preparations.
But the truth is, I’m pretty happy.
The same old petty grievances didn’t magically go away. They still happen.
The difference is that I don’t have the energy to stew on them. So I don’t.
With a daily caloric deficit and an increasing cardio target, everything else that is an unnecessary expenditure of energy fades away.
I also hope that when I step off the stage in a week’s time, I’ll remember to keep focusing on what matters most.