Let's get real. Real honest.
This post is about me. It's for me. Maybe some of you can relate to what I'm about to say. Maybe you can't. This is for all of the ladies out there. Particularly the mamas. The women that WANT to CHANGE, but DON'T BELIEVE that they can.
I'm tired of wanting, but not believing.
My body tells me it can run a half marathon (though at the moment my right leg would have a shit fit if I did). The mirror tells me that I have my mom's stretch marks.
The scale tells me that I weigh 177.2lbs.
The measuring tape tells me that my drop waist (3in below the belly button) is 39in.
The height chart tells me that since having a second child I have shrunk to 5'8".
My heart aches to feel comfortable in my own skin.
My brain tells me that I have the knowledge and the tools to make positive changes to my nutrition plan.
My family history dictates that I have to change things.
My inner critic tells me I am too weak to do what I need to do.
I am telling my inner critic to fuck off.
I am running this show.