I wrote this on Facebook at 5:30 this morning
I woke up super early this morning and I think it’s just now fully hitting me that I actually finished the whole damn challenge. Yesterday I was proud, but right now, thinking about all the crap I’ve put my body through this year, the fact that I pushed myself far enough to finish is nothing short of a miracle. For that I am BEYOND proud.
And for those that don’t know, because I don’t broadcast it to the world, this last year was hard. I really struggled with depression, I laid in bed all day and binge ate like it was my job. I put off running a ton and spent my days napping instead. Between July and January I gained 70 pounds. I’ve lost a little bit of weight again, but I’m still up 30 pounds from where I was last year and not in as good of shape. But none of that matters right now because I finished. I may have ended up behind the scary Balloon Ladies at the end there, but I’m almost proud of that fact. I did it and I can’t believe it.