Today, I tied my shoelaces and slipped on a tutu in support of the Western Arkansas Ballet Company!
It was frigid and windy, but I pushed through. I got 3rd out of 6th place! And I've decided to be proud of this accomplishment instead of downplaying it. I have a tendency to worry about how my success affects other people. I don't want to make anyone feel bad. Or jealous. Or sad. And then it finally occurred to me that I don't live for anyone else. No one else but me.
I'm the one who runs every.single.day! Even if I don't tell you I do, I do. I'm the one who sticks to my 1,200 calorie diet. I'm the one who stopped making excuses and worked as hard as I've ever worked before. I've been building up and doing all of this work over the last 6 months. That's why I'm where I'm at right now. That's why I can type the words "I've lost 40 pounds!" Not because I'm younger. Not because you didn't have that much to lose. Not because of anything or anyone else. It's because of me and the work I put in. You can always tell when someone is actually doing what they say. The results never lie. Science doesn't lie. And losing weight is a science full of mathematical equations.
So, to any hater(s). This race was for you.
PS, your passive aggressive comments make me uncomfortable. And not because I don't understand them. It's because I do.