A year ago, James and I ran our first 5k in memory of our friend Lizzy [who's 28th birthday would have been today]. It was a last minute decision done with absolutely no training. I finished it, but struggled though the entire race, walking a good portion of it. It was honestly a wake up call that I needed to do something about my physical state. In retrospect, the fact that my personal trainer uses a photo of James and I from that race as our "fat picture" at least validates that I wasn't wrong. I mean, there's no comparison of last year to this year...
I can't say that even with the progress I've made in the past year, I'm not completely happy with by body. My outlook is significantly more positive with how I look and feel than I was before all of this began, but I'm human. I think it's in our nature to be critical of ourselves. Heck, as a society, we judge people who are completely content with themselves as being conceited and narcissistic. Go figure.
The point I'm trying to make, in a very roundabout way, is that I've learned to accept my imperfections. Will I ever be 100% completely happy with how I look? Maybe... but probably not. I've learned to love running, yoga, swimming and CrossFit in ways I never thought possible and the transformation I've seen in myself is incredible - both in a physical and mental capacity.
This isn't me putting myself down; it's me openly realizing and admitting that I'm human, imperfect and nonetheless, capable of some really great things.