Saw this posted on the forums on myfitness pal.... had to share.

I want to preface this with the fact that I did not write this, I am however the Fat Girl and this blog made me tear up, because it hit home!

(This is a blog entry from flintland.blogspot.com)

Hey, Fat Girl.

Yes, you. The one feigning to not see me when we cross paths on the

running track. The one not even wearing sports gear, breathing heavy.

You’re slow, you breathe hard and your efforts at moving forward make

you cringe.

You cling shyly to the furthest corridor, sometimes making larger loops

on the gravel ring by the track just so you’re not on it. You sweat so

much that your hair is all wet. You rarely stay for more than 20 minutes

at a time, and you look exhausted when you leave to go back home. You

never talk to anyone. I’ve got something I’d like to say to you.

You are awesome.

If you’d look me in the eye only for an instant, you would notice the

reverence and respect I have for you. The adventure you have started is

tremendous; it leads to a better health, to renewed confidence and to a

brand new kind of freedom. The gifts you will receive from running will

far exceed the gigantic effort it takes you to show up here, to face

your fears and to bravely set yourself in motion, in front of others.

You have already begun your transformation. You no longer accept this

physical state of numbness and passivity. You have taken a difficult

decision, but one that holds so much promise. Every hard breath you take

is actually a tad easier than the one before, and every step is ever so

slightly lighter. Each push forward leaves the former person you were

in your wake, creating room for an improved version, one that is

stronger, healthier and forward-looking, one who knows that anything is

possible.

You’re a hero to me. And, if you’d take off the blaring headphones and

put your head up for more than a second or two, you would notice that

the other runners you cross, the ones that probably make you feel so

inadequate, stare in awe at your determination. They, of all people,

know best where you are coming from. They heard the resolutions of so

many others, who vowed to pick up running and improve their health,

“starting next week”. Yet, it is YOU who runs alongside, who digs from

deep inside to find the strength to come here, and to come back again.

You are a runner, and no one can take that away from you. You are

relentlessly moving forward. You are stronger than even you think, and

you are about to be amazed by what you can do. One day, very soon, maybe

tomorrow, you’ll step outside and marvel at your capabilities. You will

not believe your own body, you will realize that you can do this. And a

new horizon will open up for you. You are a true inspiration.

I bow to you

I'm all teary eyed now. Definitely makes me motivated.

New Life Started 07/24/12

Teary eyed but inspired. Great post.

Yep teared up... I know it is just me being insecure... I really really want to believe this. I rem, being 135 pounds and my dance teacher being disgusted with me. So, I can't even get the courage to go to the track or the gym. I do envy her.

Worm... get out there and do your thing girl... I have worried for so long what other people have thought of me.... This is YOUR time... get out there and ....DANCE!!!!!!!!

Yep teared up... I know it is just me being insecure... I really really want to believe this. I rem' date=' being 135 pounds and my dance teacher being disgusted with me. So, I can't even get the courage to go to the track or the gym. I do envy her.[/quote']

Kristy is right live life for you not other people, god didn't make any mistakes on you, your GREAT

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Thank you! I can identify with this woman!! This is me!! I feel so out of place at the gym. I never thought of it this way. Thank you for this change of perspective!

Saw this posted on the forums on myfitness pal.... had to share.

I want to preface this with the fact that I did not write this' date=' I am however the Fat Girl and this blog made me tear up, because it hit home!

(This is a blog entry from flintland.blogspot.com)

Hey, Fat Girl.

Yes, you. The one feigning to not see me when we cross paths on the

running track. The one not even wearing sports gear, breathing heavy.

You’re slow, you breathe hard and your efforts at moving forward make

you cringe.

You cling shyly to the furthest corridor, sometimes making larger loops

on the gravel ring by the track just so you’re not on it. You sweat so

much that your hair is all wet. You rarely stay for more than 20 minutes

at a time, and you look exhausted when you leave to go back home. You

never talk to anyone. I’ve got something I’d like to say to you.

You are awesome.

If you’d look me in the eye only for an instant, you would notice the

reverence and respect I have for you. The adventure you have started is

tremendous; it leads to a better health, to renewed confidence and to a

brand new kind of freedom. The gifts you will receive from running will

far exceed the gigantic effort it takes you to show up here, to face

your fears and to bravely set yourself in motion, in front of others.

You have already begun your transformation. You no longer accept this

physical state of numbness and passivity. You have taken a difficult

decision, but one that holds so much promise. Every hard breath you take

is actually a tad easier than the one before, and every step is ever so

slightly lighter. Each push forward leaves the former person you were

in your wake, creating room for an improved version, one that is

stronger, healthier and forward-looking, one who knows that anything is

possible.

You’re a hero to me. And, if you’d take off the blaring headphones and

put your head up for more than a second or two, you would notice that

the other runners you cross, the ones that probably make you feel so

inadequate, stare in awe at your determination. They, of all people,

know best where you are coming from. They heard the resolutions of so

many others, who vowed to pick up running and improve their health,

“starting next week”. Yet, it is YOU who runs alongside, who digs from

deep inside to find the strength to come here, and to come back again.

You are a runner, and no one can take that away from you. You are

relentlessly moving forward. You are stronger than even you think, and

you are about to be amazed by what you can do. One day, very soon, maybe

tomorrow, you’ll step outside and marvel at your capabilities. You will

not believe your own body, you will realize that you can do this. And a

new horizon will open up for you. You are a true inspiration.

I bow to you[/quote']

Saw this posted on the forums on myfitness pal.... had to share.

I want to preface this with the fact that I did not write this' date=' I am however the Fat Girl and this blog made me tear up, because it hit home!

(This is a blog entry from flintland.blogspot.com)

Hey, Fat Girl.

Yes, you. The one feigning to not see me when we cross paths on the

running track. The one not even wearing sports gear, breathing heavy.

You’re slow, you breathe hard and your efforts at moving forward make

you cringe.

You cling shyly to the furthest corridor, sometimes making larger loops

on the gravel ring by the track just so you’re not on it. You sweat so

much that your hair is all wet. You rarely stay for more than 20 minutes

at a time, and you look exhausted when you leave to go back home. You

never talk to anyone. I’ve got something I’d like to say to you.

You are awesome.

If you’d look me in the eye only for an instant, you would notice the

reverence and respect I have for you. The adventure you have started is

tremendous; it leads to a better health, to renewed confidence and to a

brand new kind of freedom. The gifts you will receive from running will

far exceed the gigantic effort it takes you to show up here, to face

your fears and to bravely set yourself in motion, in front of others.

You have already begun your transformation. You no longer accept this

physical state of numbness and passivity. You have taken a difficult

decision, but one that holds so much promise. Every hard breath you take

is actually a tad easier than the one before, and every step is ever so

slightly lighter. Each push forward leaves the former person you were

in your wake, creating room for an improved version, one that is

stronger, healthier and forward-looking, one who knows that anything is

possible.

You’re a hero to me. And, if you’d take off the blaring headphones and

put your head up for more than a second or two, you would notice that

the other runners you cross, the ones that probably make you feel so

inadequate, stare in awe at your determination. They, of all people,

know best where you are coming from. They heard the resolutions of so

many others, who vowed to pick up running and improve their health,

“starting next week”. Yet, it is YOU who runs alongside, who digs from

deep inside to find the strength to come here, and to come back again.

You are a runner, and no one can take that away from you. You are

relentlessly moving forward. You are stronger than even you think, and

you are about to be amazed by what you can do. One day, very soon, maybe

tomorrow, you’ll step outside and marvel at your capabilities. You will

not believe your own body, you will realize that you can do this. And a

new horizon will open up for you. You are a true inspiration.

I bow to you[/quote']

This was so amazing. I started walking faithfully two months ago everyday 2-3 miles. one day I got it in my head to enter a race. (4 mile timed race.) I had no idea what that meant ignorance was bliss because I would not have done it otherwise.

So I show up and hang back fidgeting on the fence about doing it or bolting to my car. Looking around as these fit thin people stretching and bouncing around like race horses in the line up. I'm wondering what the neck am I doing here they are thinking the same thinking thing?

BOOM! race starts they fly around me giving me the feeling of being in a stream of Water only I'm the rock not moving. Within minutes they are all gone and its just me and the race sweeper on a bike.

I pushed my chubby legs as fast as they would move huffing and puffing the whole way. I felt embarrassed that the race sweeper had to stay with me but we began talking and soon she was my companion and cheerleader.

I was the last place finisher and the race sponsors cheered me as I crossed that finish line at one hour and seven minutes. I began crying feeling washed with emotions. I felt Pride for following through and finishing but embarrassed for being last and slowest. Afraid I had made a fool of myself and the other racers were secretly laughing at me but really happy I could do it. Only Six weeks before it took me 40 minutes to walk one mile now I walked an average of 17 min/mile.

I sincerely hope the other racers thought this of me.

Joan... Your story moved me to tears... Great job on completing your run. Hugs!!!

Thank you for sharing this!

Oh my I'm touched. Teary eyed to say the least. Joan I'm proud of you my goal is to do a 5k run next summer. I'm doing it at 57.30 right now that is about 18.45 a mile walking. Can't wait to be able to jog a little.

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Oh my I'm touched. Teary eyed to say the least. Joan I'm proud of you my goal is to do a 5k run next summer. I'm doing it at 57.30 right now that is about 18.45 a mile walking. Can't wait to be able to jog a little.

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you are so sweet. keep trying don't give up on your dream to run a 5k. I can only sustain a run for two or three minutes but I know that will change in a few months.

Joan... Your story moved me to tears... Great job on completing your run. Hugs!!!

thank you.

Yeah! We can all do it!