I set a personal speed record today. Ten miles up a steep valley (well, five miles up, five miles down) in under three hours! It was storming for most of the hike, so I got soaked and chilled to the bone. Oh, and I wiped out at one point so my right leg is covered in road rash. But otherwise it was a lot of fun. Perfect, even. The sun came out and said hello just as I reached the tarn.
But that’s not really what I want to talk about in this post. I’ve had an epiphany and I think I’d like to share it with you.
There was a girl at the movies that caught my eye. She was tiny, emaciated, legs-as-thin-as-my-arms, and it didn’t send me into a jealous fit. I looked at her, and while I thought she looked fine, I had no urge to be her. I think I'm starting to develop a rational, achievable body image goal. I don’t want to be waifish. I want to be fit. Yay, me?
Even though at times I make huge leaps backward in my struggle toward recovery, it still feels really good to take small steps forward. They add up, those baby steps. In the end I know they will bring me to exactly where I need to be.