I stepped on a scale and let the number hurt me.
I let it cause me to doubt myself and my accomplishments.
I let it make me feel less worthy somehow.
I let it take over.
And then I stopped.
Because I am not defined by the number on a scale, a dress, or candles on a birthday cake.
Because I am proud of who I am and of who I strive to be.
Because I run farther and work harder then every before.
Because I have come too far to let that stupid number take it all away.
In support of National Eating Disorder Awareness Week I needed to acknowledge that moment and then release it. I don't want to be held down. I embrace me at any size, any weight, any age.
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I have thunder thighs
And that's a compliment because they are strong and toned and muscular
And while they are unwelcome in the petite section
They are cheered on in marathons
Fifty years from now I'll bounce a grandchild on my thunder thighs
And then I'll go for a run
And how could I not love them...after all, they got me through my speed training today:
5 min walking @ 3.8
5 min running @ 5.8
2min @ 6.0
4min @ 7.0
2 min @ 3.8
Repeat 3 times
(during the 3rd repeat the 4min was reduced to 3)
5min running @ 6.0
2 min walking at 3.5
Total time: 40 minutes
I love running, I really do. But you want to know what I love more??
So tell me, what makes you love you?? (even if you don't usually comment I'd love it of you'd participate in this one!)