Other days, like today, I spot myself in the mirror at the gym and wonder why I’m bothering. Ugh, the muffin top. Ugh, the fatty jiggle bits. Ugh. This morning, it really affected me and I felt like walking out, midway through the class.
Instead, I got angry. I jumped a little higher, ran just a bit faster and kicked harder. I used that self loathing and hopefully burned some of it out of me.
I actually thought of this quote which I pinned a few days ago while in the class, fighting my mental battle. This fitness journey is not just about changing my body shape, it's about changing my body from the inside too.
I also had a little giggle at the girls who arrive for an Attack class at 5.30am in full foundation and lipstick. I walk out of this class dripping with sweat and my head looks like an exploding, crimson tomato. Make up? Seriously?