I don't remember the first time I ran. I feel like I've been doing it all my life. And we all have, or at least most of us have...the question really should be "When did you stop running?" I do know the answer to that question. My junior year in college. Beer, boys and burritos became my focus. Not to mention picking up the terrible habit of smoking. And hence my struggles with weight, body image, and self esteem began. Well if I'm being totally honest, I've never had great self esteem and body image, but when you actually are overweight it gets really hard to like the way you look as compared to not liking the way you look when you are actually a healthy weight.
This blog will mostly be a story. A story about a girl trying to figure it out, mistakes I made, what I learned from those mistakes and how I moved on. Somewhere in there, there will be advice, hopefully motivation, ups and downs. I will share details about poop, about how stinky I am and anything else that comes to mind. Because I ain't fooling anyone, my shit stinks and I'm quite certain, I stink when I run.
