Yup, it's true. I'm in love. And the object of my desires loves me too. I wasn't sure when this started out, how it would go. I wasn't sure what my family would think.. would they accept it? Would the be angry? Would they do everything in their power to derail it?
Then the "love," would it return the work? Would I be able to tell.. or would I be doing it all...
3 months in a row.. my body is working as it should. My weight is up from last week (as of this morning- but I knew that would happen) and it doesn't matter. My body is working better... and even after a field trip where I had to "run" (I tried, was a fast run,jog,walk) because of a medical "emergency" and I thought I would flop down next to them when I got back. Running in sand is not for the out of shape... okay, maybe it is, but dang that was work!! It took me about 5 minutes to control my breathing, but I did it.
My body loves me, and I love my body.
I NEVER thought I would say that.
Not even in my skinny/cute days (high school/college) did I think that.