Negativity.
I don't have room for that in my head right now.
Of course it doesn't help that I ate kind of crappy yesterday, went to bed 2 hours later than I normally do, and a huge kitchen fail last night.
Am I setting myself up for failure?
Snap out of it! Right?!
So in an effort to get myself pumped back up this morning, I plotted this lovely graph to help myself visualize how hard I have worked in the past two years.
Forty pounds of weight loss is no small feat. I don't often share about this on the blog, a few references here and there sure, but sharing actual numbers is just not my thing.
Until today apparently.
I clearly remember stepping on the scale in college for my first cross country running weigh-in in 2002 - 132 pounds.
Two years ago, I remember being super upset with myself because I weighed more than my friend who was 9 months pregnant. Not cool, Kier. 172 pounds.
(Again Leah, sorry that this is my goto photo...I know you hate it!)
One week ago I went in for my annual physical and asked for all of my weights that they had on record. The doc was quite impressed with my progress. That day I weighed 132.2 pounds.
Be proud, Kier.
I am proud. I never really set out to lose weight, I just set out to rediscover my love for running. Along the way I started eating better, lifting weights and ultimately lost weight.
There are still days where I feel "fat" and need someone to punch me in the face and look at myself in the mirror.
There are still days where I hate my hips and need someone to remind me that hips are bones and you can't shrink bones.
40 pounds. Been there.
Sub 4 marathon. Here I come.
