Today I had a visit from my old friend, the fat chick in my head. The old me. As I stood in the gym during my lunch hour she decided to pay me a visit. She doesn’t come around as often as she used to. As I stood there looking in the mirror, she said to me “I know you can see me” and in all honesty she was right. I could see images of the old me flash in my mind. Times when I wasn’t so comfortable in the gym, times that I wept thinking I would never get the weight off.
The fat chick in my head will always be a part of me, but she will never again be all of me.
The days she shows up in the gym are few and far between. It’s doubt that I might not get where I want to be. It’s a reminder that in order to achieve what I want there must be sacrifice willingly given. It’s a status check above all else.
Perhaps it’s just the fat chick looking for the long-awaited gratitude for looking out for me and keeping me safe all of those years. So thank you for that.
I’ve got it from here, I promise you can trust me now.