Did I give up? Sort of. But not because I couldn’t be bothered to go for a run (although that might have been a tiny part of it). I just decided that I am never going to be thin, not as thin or fit or toned as I thought I’d like to be. I have a big frame, even if I did lose all the weight I am still going to have to wear big sizes to stretch around my hips and shoulders - and I am completely fine with that! I actually like having some meat on my thighs, I don’t mind my tummy, maybe I’m more of a Kelly Brook than a Kate Moss. I am not defined by my weight, my reflection or other’s perceptions of my body, I’ve gotten over it. Maybe I will be fit one day, maybe I won’t, I don’t really care anymore - that doesn’t mean I’m not going to take care of myself, I will treat my body as a temple, I mean god it does a lot for me but what I look like is no longer an issue for me. I will have the odd wobble, days where looking in the mirror is a small torture, but those are just days. Those are manageable. I still hold those who are working towards fitness and weight loss in the highest esteem and wish them the best of luck, that road is just not one I’m going down (:
