My first MFP birthday!

A year has passed and sometimes, when I look at my ticker, I feel like I have nothing to show for it.

Then I think of where I was this time last year. How I looked in the mirror every day and well and truly hated myself. How I had sunk into a deep depression yet again and had no energy or desire to do anything. It was one of, if not, the lowest point in my (short) life.

I started out on MFP all enthusiastic as all newbies do. I started counselling, picked up running, got a new job and all of a sudden, I could see a light at the end of the tunnel. Fast-forward 4months and after a disastrous foray into the dating world and more family drama than a scriptwriter would know what to do with, I found myself spiralling yet again. Sure, I had shin splints. Sure, the new job was keeping me busier than ever. Sure, I’d practically alienated myself from all my friends and had no family I could or would be able speak to. But the real fact of the matter was, I had given up.

I didn’t think I was worth the effort.

I can honestly say that even through this period, I couldn’t bring myself to delete my MFP account. Reading my newsfeed each day was a bittersweet experience. I saw many friends disappear, I saw a few that lost their mojo and fewer still that overcame their fears and achieved their goals. These rare champions have been and continue to be my inspiration.

[TL;DR]

Today, I post on MFP
…having completed C25K and my first 5K race (and signed up for a 10K race straightaway like a crazy person)
…having shrunk back down to my high school jean size
…having bought a pair of shorts because these sexy thighs need (yes, need) to be seen
and best of all,
…having come to the realisation that I deserve to be healthy, happy and fit and, to paraphrase L’Oreal..

I am worth it.