I know I have to work hard to get where I want to be (size 8/10) but I felt like I'm sick of trying. I've always had to work hard for everything, I've worked hard in school, in college, mentally and physically. I've had to work hard to keep myself alive, so to be thin shouldn't be too hard to ask for!
I went on my normal Tuesday run a pound and a half heavier, and I swear I could feel it, I felt sluggish and horrible! And I got frustrated with myself.
But by Thursday rob dragged me to the gym, Friday mum dragged me on a run, and today! Today I woke up after 3 hours sleep, it was dark, raining and thoroughly miserable! I'm surprised I could even dress myself! But I did and I compleated my first park run! I came in at 39 minutes, ten minutes quicker than what I would have thought! And I felt great! I looked in the mirror and my bloatedness was gone! And now after that, I think my mood is picking up again!
The track for the park run was like a mudbath! I was drenched head to toe in sweat, rain and mud! My feet were black and my legs a lovely shade of back-splash brown! My beloved trainers which have served me so well are now very crispy under the radiator and I hope to god that I have lost weight this week!
If I haven't then I know god hates me! Because I have ran just under 20 miles this week! 20!!
Now all my lovely readers sit back and applause that number! Because I shit
You not, I have ran that distance!
I hope everyone has a lovely day today, and try to strike up a conversation about mental health with someone! Remember you don't have to be an expert to talk about it! And it's great to show you care!
Lots of love