I realized today that no matter what I do, learn, read, change, how much discipline I have, it always ends up at the same conclusion. I've come to terms that perfection is silly to even strive for, and in fact not being perfect, not even just accepting it, embracing it, is better for my mood, metabolism, and life in general. I mess things up, I indulge, Im spontaneous, and I don't care if tomorrow everything changes