Ok so have been running twice thus far. Both have been successes from my point of view. My naturally stubborn nature has not allowed me to quit. So by continuing to put one foot in front of the other, even though it sometimes really hurts ( I got blisters), I am proud of my achievement.
By achieving this small milestone I already feel a little better about myself. BIG smiles.
Distance wise it was 3.5km long during which I briefly paused mid way before turning back to catch my breath. My face may have beetroot red but I did it and it can only get easier. That is until I extend the distance several more times to reach my 12km goal.
I found the minute I started actively persuing a 'better me', I became a 'better me' and thought higher of myself. I stopped self loathing and everything took on a happier more positive glow. I stopped feeling rightous about my right to eat. I stopped looking at pictures of my 'skinny self' and longing to be her. I am on my way to being her and that's cool! I think I felt quite stressed with having people see me. People who have only known me as a slimmer girl. People who may have felt I was attractive. I was becomming a hermit. I didn't want anyone to say "have you seen Hannah? She's pretty fat now". Yanno.... stuff that. I'm Me. I'm proud. I've had 3 kids. I am what I am. I walk taller and I feel better at least doing my best to honour the body I have. After all, this is about me, and not about what I look like to other people. Well done on 2 runs! Btw, are you still breastfeeding?
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