made of awesome

  I had an amazing weekend. We went out of town. We stayed in a hotel. I got to see a lot of my friends. We had a fancy dinner. We got dressed up. It was a great time.

But even more than all of that? I felt pretty. For the first time in a very long time, I felt pretty without feeling like I was hiding something. No Spanx. No control-top hose. No tights and boots. Just a short dress, a pair of heels, and some straight hair.

When I got back to the hotel after our amazing dinner (if you're ever in Louisville, Proof on Main is amazing!), I was looking at my pictures. And I realized I looked as hot as I felt.

I posted the picture on Facebook, and the compliments started pouring in. (I promise that isn't why I did it, though.) My first reaction: minimize. I gave all the credit to my eating plan and a marathon training schedule. Today I realized that is garbage. That is a lie.

I may have sought out the tools, but I did the work.

This change? This is ME. My doing. Making the next best choice over and over and over.

Yes, I have Bob Harper and Hal Higdon to thank for the framework. But all the work? That was me. 100%.

  

I'm trying to stop minimizing my accomplishments. I'm trying very hard to recognize when I'm not giving myself enough credit. I have the tendency to hang my head and say, "it was nothing." But this? This is something. I earned the right to take credit for this change. And I'm trying very hard to start doing so.

I am made of awesome.

And you are too, my friends.

Go find it.