Something happened to me while I was on vacation visiting my family in Oregon. I was running around my old high school track, watching a soccer team practice. It was cold. They all had on their shorts, with their cleats and their gloves. I continued to watch them as I ran around and around and around remembering my own glory days. And what glory days they were. Once upon a time, I was pretty good. I was strong. I didn't quit. I fought.
"What happened to that girl," I wondered.
On one of my laps, the ball escaped and rolled in my direction. Without breaking my stride, I passed it back to the coach who had jogged out to retrieve it. "You must play" he said and ran back to his team. "Of coarse I played," I thought. Then it hit me. I was the same girl. I was running. I was strong. I was fighting. The only difference is that I stopped believing I was capable of those things. But why?
I decided to start this blog, because while I have been on a weight loss journey for quite some time, I haven't really been able to figure out how I got to where I got. Was it the knee injuries? Was it the babies? Was it pure laziness? Denial? When did I stop believing in myself? I have to figure that out if I am to complete this journey and never go back.
I will be vulnerable. I will be strong. I will fight.