Trying to appreciate my body. Yes, I am flexing. No, I’m not 110 pounds. Yes, I’m heavier than I like to be. But I’m going to try to start appreciating my body for keeping me alive- making me strong, and keeping me running.

May 8th 2013

CW:127

Height: 5’3

note to self: don’t run 5 miles in a fleece black hoodie when it is 70 and sunny.

….but i had to because it is a funeral for my fat!

after breakfast …progress i guess?

so what if i have gained weight?

so what if youthink I’m fat?

I’m working on it and I’m doing the healthy way- if you don’t agree FUCK YOU

its not your body, so it shouldn’t be your problem- am i right?

hahahaha, 1st 5k race.

25:52.

8:14 pace.

Pet Peeve: when friends forcefully suggest that you eat shittier.

stop it. like seriously? stop. This is MY body that I have to live with- I WANT TO LOVE IT, and forcing me to eat foods that I don’t want will only bring me down.Talking down to me or saying I’m crazy won’t make me love my body, it will make me feel weak and give into temptations that I may have never wanted in the first place.

I’m about to try and go paleo for a month and I KNOW many of my friends won’t support my decision to give up alcohol, bread, dairy…etc and will probably attempt to talk me out of the paleo lifestyle.

please if you care about my mental and physical health- you’ll support me- not undermine my decisions of what I’m putting into my body.