I’ve never really been comfortable or confident in my bod in the past. There’s always been 5kg to lose. Love handles to eradicate. Abs to chisel. I’ve wanted to be taller, have slimmer thighs, a firmer butt, less cellulite, the list goes on. I’d dread wearing a bikini or getting naked in front of my boyfriend. I’d suck my belly in and tape my boobs down. Yes, I have literally done that!
But in the past 6 months I’ve finally started to fall in love with my body and how amazing it is, by choosing to exercise from a place of love, rather than a place of fear. I can’t believe how different my exercise regime looks today than it did 12 months ago. How much LESS I am doing and how much HAPPIER my body is.
Today, I exercise because it makes me feel good, not because I’m afraid of getting fat.
And as happens, I’ve ended up losing that ‘Yes I’ve Been Eating My Way Around Europe’ look that I was working so hard at ditching. Funny how these things work like that.