It’s hard to grasp the reality of it, but I had a major non scale victory this past weekend. I don’t normally like to write about my weight and the trials I have had of losing and gaining and losing again. But I am proud. I ran my first 5k in 6 years. SIX. No excuses this time, not the bad knees and hips, not the extra baby weight I am still carrying. Because honestly, those are just that: excuses. They don’t really hold a person back from doing what they want. People bigger than myself run all the time. An inflamed IT band can be overcome with proper stretching and rolling. I still have a long way to go, I won’t reach my goal by the original set date. But I won’t give up. Onward and upward, one step at a time.
Oh, and I beat my mom and husband at Risk!
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