The other day when I was at the gym, I started to feel self conscious when I was on the treadmill. I began to worry about how much I was sweating, how heavily I was breathing, and what the girl on the elliptical might be thinking about me.
And then I just kept running. And I told myself “you just ran your fastest mile ever!” And I reminded myself to be proud of that.
And to be proud of the body that achieved that.
Honestly, yes I am still big. Yes I still have a long way to go. But my body has been through so much and I am so fucking proud of what I have accomplished with it. I have lost 75 pounds and I have every right to be proud of that! I’ve sweat, cried, struggled, and worked my ass off to create the body I currently have.
And after I thought about that, I realized I didn’t care what the girl might be thinking. If she knew what I’d done, she’d probably be proud of me too!
So I’ve been feeling pretty great about my body this past week. Yes I’m going to have bad body image days, but the point is that I should be proud of what I’ve accomplished and the body that I’ve earned!