I Can Do Hard Things!

I officially started a version of Dash on my own January 1st. For the first time ever upon starting a diet I didn't want nor have my "final supper"(a binge of all things tasty, good, and fattening). I didn't need to, I didn't want to! I was determined to start the moment I uploaded my video to become a Team Dash All Star. I was tired of feeling like a gelatinous blob..you know the kind that squishes into any outfit because I will be damned if I have to buy the next size up. Yep I was tired of being that girl. So I started! Now in order for you to know dear reader just where the beginning started you must know that dreaded number, my weight, the weight that I felt defined who I was as a person. The weight that I felt controlled me. The weight that I have now learned is a miraculous number that has vanished and throughout these first weeks has faded into abiss. I weighed in at 220 pounds that's a lot of weight for a short girl! That weight also is what I ran my half marathon with. That's right, can you imagine how sore my body was after running 13.3 miles!! I conditioned and trained for 3 months with that weight and didn't lose one pound. That was my final breaking point something had to give and it had to be the weight. I started as a girl that made myself the punt of every fat joke so no one else could hurt me. I have learned in these few short weeks to be amazed at how strong I really am. What other 220 pound girl could run a half marathon?! That's right this girl! I know I can do hard things! I will continue to do hard things because I believe I can! As a side note my weigh in today was 207.6 I am doing this!

My Journey to a Healthier Happier Me.

It all started with a phone call. I was broken and beaten down, like a modgepodge of millions of pieces scattered around. Weight shouldn't define me but it did! In order to collect these pieces to build a masterpiece I needed to show my vulnerability a raw and true form of me. A phone call that began my journey was to my amazing aunt Susan. Sometimes I feel like we live parallel lives even though I was born a generation after her. We are kindred sisters and sometimes I don't even need to say anything before she understands me. I laid it all out to her every broken piece I had been feeling and torturing myself with. She didn't throw me a pity party or tell me it was ok, or even that she understood what I was going through. She did something better and more powerful she told me she believed in me. She knew the journey that I could start if I chose to wasn't going to be easy but she knew I was ready and gave me the tools to begin my journey (quite literally she bought me a quote that has become my theme for this year, and it hangs in my bathroom by my mirror where I can see and reflect on it daily!)