I'm running. I just "raced" my first 5K on Oct 29. By raced, I mean finished.
I'm also fat. Over weight, obese, fluffy...whatever one chooses to call it. I've pretty much always tended towards the fluffy side. A by-product of severe asthma.
That picture up there? In it, I'm 2 mo post-partum from baby number 6. And I weigh 250 lbs. Yeah. I just put that out there. Know why? Because I may be fat, but I CAN FREAKING RUN!
My longest distance to date is 4.4 miles. Best mile is 12:08. Sure, it's not the Olympics, but who cares? I'm wicked proud of myself.
The whole point of this post is to make it clear that health can come in any size. Of course, being overweight does carry health risks. Diabetes, high blood pressure, heart problems. I realize that. I also realize that I'm 30 years old, 100 lbs overweight and healthier then I was at 16. At 16, I was skinny, but I also lived on Coke and Skittles and couldn't run a mile to save my life.
Now, not only can I run, but I'm training for a half marathon. I feel amazing. I eat clean, drink water like it's going out of style, and run at least 3 days a week. My kids will hopefully see my example and start adulthood healthier than I did.
More than that, I LOVE myself. I love me, just the way I am. I feel sexy again, worthwhile, PRETTY. It's been a lot of years..if ever that I've felt that way. And it has nothing to do with weight loss, though I am losing weight. It's the confidence that comes from getting off my butt and getting moving.
Health comes in all sizes. I'm proud of myself and what I'm accomplishing, my size doesn't hold me back!