Ok, when I saw this picture of myself I hated it immediately. I look miserable and fat. But you know what? This was at the end of a 5k I RAN (ok, jogged and occasionally walked but still). Actually, this was the 2nd one I did this year. It was the middle of the day, in freaking JULY and it was 95F outside. It was so hot, I kept that ice cold water bottle in the waistband of my compression shorts because it felt awesome (and kept my hands free; win-win). Also, I had fun.
So what if I’m not where I’d like to be, athletically or weight wise? I’ve lost NINE clothing sizes. More importantly, I’m PROUD of what my body is capable of. That little ensemble I’m wearing is a Medium. No, I don’t have the physique of a Sports Illustrated girl and I probably never will but I don’t even care right now. I may only run a 12 minute mile but I’m a galaxy above when I just used to say, “I can’t run”. To Hell with that. I can and I will.