When you grow up fat surrounded by fatphobes it means you’re forced into feeling bad and confused about your body before your mind has developed enough to even make an opinion about it
I had this entire post planned out, apologizing for constantly posting about my fitness journey, apologizing for bothering my friends with my gym selfies.
but no. scrap that. I want to bother you. I want to bombard you with how important your fitness is - not just for you, but for *your* friends, for *your* family. your daily physical activity is important for your parents, for your children, your grandchildren, and your friends.
living a sedentary lifestyle, will impact, not only your future, but your RIGHT NOW. you can start small by choosing to take the stairs, parking in the back of the parking lot, or even pacing while you're scrolling Tumblr (yes, even while reading this obnoxious post), it ALL adds up at the end of the day.
I genuinely care about you: I care about your small steps, your bike ride in the park, smashing your water intake or protein goals - it all matters. it ALL matters to me. I care about you having the energy to play with your kids, walking up the stairs with ease, and not being diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes, like I was.
if you don't know where to start, throw on your tennis shoes and go for a 20 minute walk, three times a week, and get back to me in a bit, once I get my Certified Personal Training degree. (but I can always help you with any questions in the meantime.)
now, enjoy a sweaty selfie of me after completing yet another 10k (that's 6.20 miles) for the fun of it. 💪🏻
fucking hate it when the stuff everybody says "actually works" does actually work.
hate exercising and realizing i've let go of a lot of anxiety and anger because i've overturned my fight-or-flight response.
hate eating right and eating enough and eating 3 times a day and realizing i'm less anxious and i have more energy
hate journaling in my stupid notebook with my stupid bic ballpoint and realizing that i've actually started healing about something once i'm able to externalize it
hate forgiving myself hate complimenting myself more often hate treating myself with kindness hate taking a gratitude inventory hate having patience hate talking to myself gently
hate turning my little face up to the sun and taking deep breaths and looking at nature and grounding myself and realizing that i feel less burdened and more hopeful, more actually-here, that i am able to see the good sides of myself more clearly, that i am able to see not only how far i have to grow - but also how much growth i have already done & how much of my life i truly fill with light and laughter and love
horrible horrible horrible. hate it but i'm gonna do it tho