I’ve had a love-hate relationship with exercising for years. I get on benders where I work out for three weeks, and then stop for six months. Not healthy.
But now I’m trying to change that and actually get off my butt. At 5’2″ I’ve always been relatively small, never weighing more than 120 pounds. This past year I started a desk job for the first time and almost immediately went from 120 to 145. The first time I stepped on a scale this year was one of the lowest moments of my life. I’ve always had a healthy body image, but for the first time ever I was disgusted by the way I look.
This past week I started running again. And trying to do yoga. Yoga is hard!!!! I can’t do half the poses and the ones I’m capable of I can hardly manage. My running skills are even worse. As you can see, on the days I actually made it a full mile, I actually ran for less than half the time. I’m doing absolutely awful so far at working out, but for the first time in months, I’m happy with my body again. I realized that as long as I’m trying my best and taking care of myself, than f*** everything else. I’m working towards living a more active lifestyle one small step at a time, and loving myself every step of the way.