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the purple shoes

you've heard this song and dance before, but here's the thing: i had a stark realization at the beginning of the year that if i were to get pregnant at the weight i was right then, i would top 200 lbs before i had that baby. and i realized i'm not ok with that. why does 200 lbs particularly matter so much? couldn't tell you. but it does. and it won't happen.

so i've been pretty much back on the good foot, exercise and diet wise, since early january. that's not long to speak of, i know. but i am feeling good, so i will just take it as it comes.

i'm training for a 10k -- i would like to actually RUN one, instead of run-walking and being ecstatic that i didn't die, like i was back in december.

i'm also in the gym several days a week. this makes for good exercise and a lot of good people watching.

some days (like yesterday), i'm out of bed in a flash, ready to tackle the day's workout.

some days (like today), i'm a little more ... reluctant.

and surprisingly, one of the things that helps me get moving is my purple shoes. yes, those self-same shoes that i laughed at when i first bought them on january 3. yes, those self-same shoes that i made fun of because of their "highlighter purple" color. yes, those self-same shoes about which i said, "at least if i run in the dark you'll still see me!"

why do these shoes make it easier to get going? because they're not boring. they're fun. they're outrageously silly, in my book, although apparently it's impossible to purchase white sneakers anymore so clearly society thinks they're fine. but i look forward to putting on my silly purple shoes, knowing my feet will be comfortable as i wrack up miles (or reps), and feeling one day better about this body i'm in.

so if you see me and my purple shoes go streaking by one morning on a run - don't laugh. i'm like a little kid who genuinely thinks her shoes make her faster.*

* worth noting, there is nothing fast about me. so i will take all the help i can get.
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