This is a blog to inspire myself to lose a few extra pounds and ultimately just become more toned.
If you see a picture of yours up here that you would like to be taken down, just contact me and I'll do so right away.
Once I got this concept in to my head it became so much easier, seriously
Photo reblogged from This is your life. Are you who you want to be?
Photo reblogged from My Journey of Health
I intend to accept my body today…
Video reblogged from weight loss blog
Working out is really the only way to sustain results from healthy eating.
Video reblogged from Full fat "fitblr"
These pictures say so much more than I think I could ever express with words but here goes nothing.
In 2010—the first picture—I was re-booting a running journey. I had gained weight after struggling with severe restriction and although I was no longer restricting to a dangerous amount, I was eating far too little to sustain my training and doing no lifting.
After I saw how “bad” and “fat” I looked in the first picture, I started restricting more and training harder. I was NOT going to have another bad race picture—I promised myself.
Then I did a 15K in March of 2011 and anxiously awaited my race pictures. The run was rather miserable but it was one of those things that you do to prove to yourself that you can do it. I trained HARD for months. I restricted calories. And yet somehow I gained weight, got puffier.
I cried when I saw my race pictures. I was devastated when I compared the two top pictures. Go back in my archives—you can see it all documented there. I was obsessed with weight loss. I was crippled by my inability to achieve an unachievable standard.
The bottom pictures tell a totally different story.
I weigh more in the bottom pictures—PROBABLY. I don’t know for sure because I don’t weigh myself anymore. Nor do I restrict my calories. I eat for my training and hell, I even eat a LOT OF SHIT including pizza, beer, sausage, and Swedish fish. But I train hard and I lift heavy and I decided that I was going to put my mind to doing this 15k again in 2013. Instead of training for months, I trained for about 3-4 weeks. Then I put on my hot pink pants and told myself I was going to have a goddamn good time.
And I did.
I stopped giving a fuck about how I look. I stopped worrying about how I would be perceived. I put on some ridiculous pants and my favorite tank top and my best sunglasses and I ran the shit out of that race and I beat my 2011 time by five minutes.
So if you want a real life success story, a real meaningful before and after picture to look at, I recommend that you check me out. Not to toot my own horn, but I’m proud of myself. I’m so proud of where I am today mentally and I’m so proud of the fact that I was able to cut the bullshit, kick my stupid ego to the curb and just go out and do something that was fun.
Reading this made me a bit teary! AMAZING STUFF <3
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