|my sister misses this shirt but|
is glad I can wear it :)
Here's the thing, though. Real life is THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF MY FEARS! I mean it. I've had friends offer to meet me for walks when I know they are runners. Recently, a friend offered to meet at Red Rocks Amphitheatre and walk it with me (seriously, look at that pic - people in Denver "do the stairs" or "run Red Rocks" all the time for exercise. It's insane). I know she can run the stairs at Red Rocks, but she's offering to walk it with me. Other (fit) people are really encouraging. Last night at yoga, 2 of the women in class talked to me about how I (mostly) kept up with the class and were just in general super enthusiastic about my progress. One of them is also a yoga teacher, and one of them teaches kick-boxing! She could kick my ass but instead talked about how much smaller it is :) (she didn't use that word - she just said that when she sat behind me in church last week, she knew she was sitting behind where I usually sit but didn't think she knew the person in "my" seat. It was me!)
And then again this morning while walking, I was behind a cute and athletic runner (who even smelled good! Trust me; I wanted to trip her when she passed me) who waved at another runner coming toward us. The second lady runner, also in good shape? Kept her hand up to wave at me and smiled just as much as when she passed the first lady runner. I took that to mean, "good job" and "you go, girl!" My point is that my fit friends have been SO supportive of my weight loss and so encouraging, and they seem genuinely impressed that I'm walking so much. Am I running the stairs at an outdoor amphitheatre? Nope. Am I bench-pressing 500 pounds? Nope. But I am doing something, and it seems they are happy for me. And that, folks, is a lesson I needed to learn.
So... if that has been one of the things holding you back, let me assure you you can cross it off your list. Really!
Update: Holy Cow. I just saw this entry that goes hand-in-hand with mine. It's a beautiful blog post that totally made me cry. But also confirmed what I was postulating :) Read it -- I love that it's called: Hey, Fat Girl