I noticed that people like to complain about being tired, about lack of energy, about how “another day was wasted.” But I look at myself in the mirror and understand: my day cannot be wasted as long as I move. 🏃‍♀️ Even if it’s slow, even if it’s not perfect — movement is already a victory.

My routine is not about perfectionism, it’s about self-respect. 💪 I don’t allow myself to be lazy, because I know: every little thing I do is a brick in the foundation of who I want to be. And this feeling of control, it’s dependent, but at the same time strangely liberating.

There are moments when you want to run away, hide under the blanket and do nothing. 😅 But I don’t do that. I move on, do my work, train my body, read, plan. And then, when the evening comes, I sit and understand: I deserve this feeling - fatigue is not shameful, it is mine. 🔥

Sometimes it seems to me that it is the absence of laziness that makes me alive. That my body and brain do not know pauses, because for me pauses are a loss. And even if it sounds strange, discipline is my way of loving myself. 💥

Iria