I ran 3 miles today and it absolutely sucked, but I did it anyway. Because sometimes life sucks, you want to give up, and think nothing will get better, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do hard things.
These past few months have sucked as a whole, and I stopped exercising and caring for myself. I’ve been drinking and eating whatever junk I want, so it’s not surprising that my body feels like shit. It honestly felt like I’d given up on myself for the past two month. I’ve been slowly giving up more and more, but something on my run today made me realize that I CAN’T and I WON’T give up on myself.
Four years ago, I started my weightloss journey, and never in a million years did I think I would make it as far as I have. So much to the point where I started tearing up on my run, because I wish so badly that I could hug the girl I was at 20 years old. I wish I could thank her for everything she started and everything I’ve accomplished because she didn’t give up. She started this whole journey and I am so grateful for her everyday.
I worked for way too fucking long and way too fucking hard to be where I am. I refuse to give that up just because I’m a little sad. I will save myself again and every time I need saving after this because I AM WORTH EVERY OUNCE OF SAVING. This is and always be a fight for my life and I love my life.