Yesterday was the middle of the month. I decided that I had been working hard in August and I would take some measurement and weigh myself to see how this month of real focus was going. The results were depressing. Less than a pound lost and no noticeable difference in measurements. I felt fatter than I had 10 minutes before when I was convinced I was going to see some changes.
I might have consoled myself with a less than stellar lunch but I had finally (after being back-ordered for too long) gotten my new running shoes and I was eager to try them out during a lunch time run. I put in 3 miles and then came back in and put my work clothes back on. Do these feel loser? No, they couldn’t possibly. A few minutes later still red faced and ready to break into a sweat at any moment, I hopped into the elevator. The elevator with mirrored walls. Halfway through the ride, I caught myself thinking, “wow, i look pretty good. I look thinner”
How does that work? I don’t know, but there is something about running. Something about it makes you see yourself differently. My body hadn’t changed from morning to afternoon, but I went running and suddenly I felt thinner, more attractive, fitter.
That’s what running does. It makes you feel better. It makes you see yourself differently. It makes you like yourself better. That’s why I’ll keep running even when the scale doesn’t budge. Even if it never does*.
* But I really, really hope it does…and soon.
** And then I tried to find free images of plus sized runners on the internet and got nothing. Disappointing. We are out there. We will not be ignored!!
fat mom gets fit 