Just over a year ago, I wasn’t feeling too great about myself. My weight was creeping up. I wasn’t happy in my own skin. I was forcing myself to go out on too many bad internet dates, thinking being single was the source of my unhappiness. But those dates weren’t making me feel any better.
I realized I was going to be 30 in less than two years and that this was not how I wanted to finish out my 20s.
As a female, the weight gain was initially what bothered me the most. I wasn’t taking care of myself and I knew it was a slippery slope where 10 pounds could easily turn into 20 and so on. So I thought maybe it was time to finally get into shape. I wasn’t technically overweight, but I had never been in shape in my life. I couldn’t run a mile. I wasn’t strong. What if I started focusing on making a positive change for myself and stopped focusing on what others (i.e., men) could bring to my life.
I challenged myself to get into the best shape of my life by my 30th birthday. That’s a good way to start out the next decade of my life, no?
I made it my goal. And it truly felt good to have a goal to work towards.