It hurts so good.

 

 A couple of weeks ago I posted a rant on how I felt about my body.

I wrote about how I was going to the gym THAT NIGHT. I was serious.

I haven't been to the gym every day since, but I have been a lot.

I have been speeding up my mile, and even pushing myself to go further.

Getting on the bike and just going until my legs feel like they are going to fall off.

I can't even begin to tell you how many squats I have done in the last few days.

 

I know it doesn't seem like much, but I was not working out at all before.

I am actually quite surprised I am not bigger than I am.

I was not in shape.. I couldn't even run a mile.

I was ashamed.

I started slowly, and built myself up.

Missing a day is an option, but I hate the way I feel the next day.

I feel better about myself.

I love waking up to sore legs, butt and abs.

Its only been a couple of weeks, if that, and I already feel better.

I feel accomplished and motivated.

 

I'm going to get better. I'm going to go further.

Each day is a goal.

Each day with my body is a blessing.