My Own Harshest Critic

It could be the taper before the race on Saturday or it might be because I have been slacking on doing the Shred and really exercise at all these past week or so, but I find that I'm being harder on myself than ever. I look in the mirror and the first thing I do is see all those little problem areas that I want to fix. I see the dreaded muffin top I can get in my favorite pair of jeans when they come out of the washing machine or that my arms seem a little more flabby than they did last week when I had Jillian yelling at me. Though these things might be a reality, I'm sure they are not as big as I see them. I nit pick and it's not good for me or my poor husband that occasionally hears me complain about it.

So I try to tell myself to look at the positives like how strong my body is. After all, it did carry me through 26.2 (27 really) miles across the finish line in Seattle and through 11 miles 2 weeks ago. Hopefully it won't let me down this weekend at the Denver 1/2 Marathon.

I'll probably never have a six pack or look like a Victoria Secret Model (Don't I wish) and that's OK. I'm still trying to figure out how to turn off that little self conscious person in my head. Maybe one of these days I'll be able to. Until then I've decided to look for the positive every morning when I step out of the shower and look at the metal Josh had framed for me to remind myself to appreciate my strong body just the way it is.