Since I started running, I began to love my body again. Having body dysmorphic disorder for years, having my sister joke about how I needed to go on Maury (doesn’t he just cover DNA testing these days?) anyway, body issues have been a constant struggle for me.
The constant struggle of wanting to look good, weighing myself 5,6,7 times a day, going on a diet: vegetarian, vegan, back to flexitarian and ultimately back to vegan. I prefer to call it plant-based or plant-strong. Shopping for jeans, forget it. Actually, shopping for clothes in general.
The more I ran, the better I felt not only physically but mentally, and to me that meant a lot more. And while my body is not perfect, I learned to love it the way it is. I’m no longer obsessed with the numbers on the scale, but rather amazed at how far this body can go. A year ago I could barely run a mile and with perseverance I trained and finished a half marathon. I am now training for a full marathon.
I feel good and extremely happy to have inspired a few of you to start running.