That's the movie that I watched while running on the treadmill this morning. I had seen it before, when it first came out, but I watched it from a different perspective as I ran. I checked out Hilary Swank's muscles and envied her lean body. Yeah, I know, not the point of the movie, right?
It worked out perfect - that movie was about 2 hours long so I was able (with a short break) to run 13 miles.
You know what I realized this morning? I'm okay. I really am. I am lucky. I am in good health. I can run 13 miles. I weighed 120.1 when I got out of bed this morning. After I ran 13 miles I jumped back on the scale for shits and giggles and weighed 116.6. 3.5 pounds difference. Probably from losing water while running.
So what do I weigh? The answer is - who cares?
I wish I could hold tightly onto times like this - when the scale doesn't determine (in my mind) - my worth as a human being. You know what's funny? When I was fat, I used to get so upset with people that I knew were judging me for my weight. I used to think "If they only knew there is so much more to me! I'm funny, I'm smart, I'm compassionate!" And now that most people I meet don't evaluate me by my weight, I do it to myself!!
Where are you guys in your journey - not physically, but mentally? Are you mean to yourself? If so, please stop! I know, easier said then done. But focus on the good things that you are doing in your life! You know I love Tony Horton and as he says: