“I Feel Fat”
I feel fat.
I know I’m not really fat. I’ve never worried about my weight. Nor do I weigh myself. Ever.
Even after two babes, the number remains pretty steady.
I also know that the feelings associated with “I feel fat” are more about the health of my soul than they are the number I may or may not see if I were to step on a scale (which I won’t be doing).
As I wrote in today’s Daily Mile post, I haven’t been a good runner. I haven’t been a good runner because I haven’t been running. Life is excruciatingly complicated at the present and sadly, the miles seem to be the easiest to let go of.
I feel fat.
I do.
But it’s not because I am. It’s because I haven’t been intentional about taking care of my body and soul.
Today is a new day. As is tomorrow.
And as I also wrote in today’s Daily Mile post (I am very much a problem solver/solution do-er), I’ve started a simple challenge.
I don’t want to feel fat any more.


