Today in Body Combat; I jumped.
It wasn’t perfect and I probably looked like a wounded moose; but I jumped.
I pushed myself today. I went into that non comfort zone place and just did it.
I am thankful that the room had enough people in it that I couldn’t see myself cause I’m sure I would have stopped.
Today, I kept going when others stopped to rest. Please don’t read into this. I don’t say that in a mean way but in a fat girl way.
In the way that maybe someone else in that room and looked at me and scoffed at the fact I was there to do kick boxing. And then I did that. I jumped. I kept moving. When others didn’t I did.
Just maybe someone’s preconceived notion that fat equals lazy was destroyed.
PS: the girl who stopped was beside me and my nature had me actually worried she was ok. Even when I think they might be a ‘mean girl’, my compassion overrides it all.