I haven’t worked out in…awhile. I used to work out a lot. Every day, even. And then I stopped. I was discouraged from not being where I wanted to be at the end of a year. I was tired from working out every damn day. I was bored because working out by yourself? Is really damn boring. So, I took a break. And excuse, excuse, excuse, sickness, excuse, MY CAT ATE MY GYM SHOES.
But now, here I am in the middle of holiday season, looking at old photos going, Hey, I have the same shirt as that fat chi- oh hell. It’s a funny thing, looking at photos of yourself and being surprised by what you see. Because, I mean, I live with it every day. I should know what I look like. But in my head I feel like this.
So, it comes as a surprise, still.
So, today I did pulled out my shoes and did this.
Now I can’t breathe and my heart is going, WHAT THE HELL WOMAN, ENOUGH! and if you’ll excuse me I need to go find my lungs and pretend that I didn’t just post a picture of myself in a bikini on the internet.
It won’t change fix things right away, but it’s a start.