So my other half is a drill sergeant. You know the kind you see on TV and movies screaming at everyone. This is the side of me that gets me up in the morning, gets me on my elliptical and through the rest of my morning routine. This is the side of me that screams “You don’t need that cookie!” and “Get off your butt and clean the house!”. But this is also the side of me that screams “You shouldn’t feel proud of what you’ve done, you should have never gotten here in the first place!” and other ugly put myself down type things that get me nowhere.
I often find it hard to balance my ‘to easy on myself’ side and my ‘drill sergeant’ side. I have a love/hate relationship with my drill sergeant. Without that side of me I don’t think I would have gotten this far but sometimes, it’s just so mean 
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