So much life is wasted on trying to become the "est" at something. The smartest, richest, hottest, sexiest, fittest, nicest, and so on. I almost lost myself trying to become the skinniest I could be. But that was never enough, and to my surprise, the closer I got to that goal, the more miserable, depressed and fat I felt. I hated myself and I was lost, then I wanted to be the sickliest looking person ever. I wanted people to see me and know I was suffering. My goal was to look like a standing skeleton. I failed miserably at that, and it wasn't even my fault, my body is not MEANT to be stick straight or skin and bones. Of course I couldn't achieve a goal not meant for me. Of course it took me down a horrible path. And once I recovered and planned to get into fitness, my first notion was that I wanted to be the fittest. The best, period. But thankfully, I realized that's not what I want, it's not what would make me the most happy or the best version of me. I'm done obsessing, I don't care to be the leanest, I don't need to be the strongest or have the world's biggest quads. Actually, I learned early on that I feel best at a heavier weight than when I'm leaner. The dedication to get to any of those goals costs more than would pay out to me in joy. I take balance very seriously. I love working out, but as a fraction of my well rounded life. I want to get more muscular, but with time, at a pace I can enjoy. There's so much peace in this that is missed when striving to out rank others in some category. I want to be my best self, without even obsessing over that. Taking time to live life and experience many beautiful things that it has to offer. This isn't a popular opinion, we're lead to think you need to be at the top, and that's where you'll be happiest. Being the "est" never guarantees happiness though, and living a life in balance is where it's really at.