My Own Worst Critic: Check!

I am seriously privileged to work out with some amazing women. Last Friday morning, during the stretch after a workout, I had a very sweaty conversation with one such amazing woman. She told me how much she was enjoying the blog. (As have many others; I am truly grateful for all the positive feedback and honored that so many folks are reading. THANK YOU!)

But she did tell me one other thing (well, actually two…) She said she didn’t like the name of the blog, and that she thought I was way too hard on myself.

Okay, okay. I plead guilty to beating myself up on a regular basis.

Just to be clear, I am creating a sort of semi-humorous self-deprecating persona on this blog. But, to be even clearer, that’s pretty much who I am. I make jokes–often at my own expense–when I am nervous or out of my comfort zone. (Sometimes it’s just because I’m hilarious, but you get the idea.) As for the name, “Fit Fat Girl” is kinda catchy, and it will transition perfectly into “Fit (Formerly) Fat Girl” at some point in the future.

But overall, yeah, this friend is right. I am definitely my own worst critic. In my own mind, much of the time I’m not smart enough, strong enough, funny enough, cool enough, ANYTHING enough.


I’m not really sure this fits what I’m saying, but it had to be included. For obvious reasons.

I do have my moments when I realize I am all those things, but they are precarious moments for sure, and they can be blown over by the slightest wind. Or even a tiny hiccup.

Take today, for instance. I just came off a truly amazing weekend. I watched people I love absolutely CRUSH the Fugitive Mud Run. (Completing a mud run was not my goal this year–I just don’t feel like I can afford to split my focus; I have to be 100% focused on my body transformation goals. Next year, watch out, mud runs!)

Afterward, we celebrated with a legit scheduled cheat meal, and then on Sunday we spent more time with great people. Oh, and I worked out about a million times. Five tough workouts in a row is no joke, but I finished it strong this morning. And all week, I’ve been getting such awesome feedback on the blog. I felt EVERYTHING enough, and more.

And then.

I let one comment from one person knock me down. Well, maybe two comments from two people. No need to get into the deets, but basically I had my efforts ignored by one person and sort of belittled by another. Aaaaaaand, despite dozens of compliments and empowering moments in the last week, I have been completely deflated, miserable, self-loathing, throw-myself-a-pity-party discouraged. Lame. I am so freakin lame.

Why am I lame? Because: I. LET. THIS. HAPPEN.

Yes, I know you’re all hearing Eleanor Roosevelt in your heads along with me. (Aren’t you? Am I the only one who hears her?)

ImageThe point is, whether you can hear Eleanor in your head or not, whether the two people noted above were uncool or not, this is MY fault. My deal. My hangup. I let it get to me; I allowed myself to be made to feel less than I am. Shame on me.

That shit’s gonna stop.

So these are now new goals for me: to be kinder to myself. To try to focus more on how far I’ve come instead of how far I still have to go. To surround myself with people who build me up, and tune out those who might be insensitive, thoughtless, or looking to cut me down.

Don’t get me wrong–I still plan to kick my own ass on a regular basis. There will be no getting complacent over here, and that’s the flip side of being too hard on myself…the good that comes of being my own worst critic: I keep pushing. I keep working. I always look for the next challenge, the next goal, the next step forward. How much better can I be? How much faster can I go? How much more can I lift? How much more can I give?

So even though I’m discouraged TODAY, even though I let stupid crap get to me TODAY, I’m still moving forward. Tomorrow is a new day, and I will wake up and be awesome. Like, Chewbacca on the drums awesome.

How about you?


10 thoughts on “My Own Worst Critic: Check!

  1. Scary how much on the same page we are lately. Thanks for putting into words what’s going through my head. See u tomorrow!

    • See, and here I was thinking I was just too sensitive. But so many women seem to have a similar experience. Let’s overcome it together! See you at 5:30am!! 🙂

  2. Thank you for writing that Steph! Everything you said is so true. I often let one small comment take priority over all the positive comments. I think we all are way too hard on ourselves! I think a lot of it has to do with society and what women are expected to look like, act like, etc. Thank you again for all your encouraging words! You are truly amazing!

  3. A few days ago I actually had someone pretty close to me say “I’d rather you’d be thin and weak than strong and fat…” Talk about those “little comments”, right? It is sooo important to be aware that those comments are much more about that person’s issues than yours. If you don’t have that clarity of mind, you definitely give them the power to destroy you…

    • Um, Lilia, who is this person? I need to give them a little talking-to. “Thin and weak”?!? I feel like that comment is everything that is wrong with the way women are perceived! UGH. You keep doing what you’re doing, because you ARE strong, inside and out.

  4. I have been hearing, and heeding, Eleanor’s voice for years! Ask my sister…I drive her mad w/that quote. I also follow the philosophy of: you can’t control what others do/say but you can control how you respond to it. So let’s give a quick up yours to the negative sayers and we shall move along.

  5. I love reading your blogs, I cant wait to meet you….I know you “know” this but never let hatters come in the way of all your accomplishments…you do have a lot of supporters, you have inspired me in many ways glad Margret put me on to your blog, look foward to the next one…and I LOVE your blog title

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