Pictures are weird. They can be helpful, but I’m conflicted. I want to compare strength from today to a month from now (or whenever), but I don’t want to perpetuate the idea that you have things on your body to fix. I want to see how much stronger I get from doing my workouts, but I want to make sure it’s just out of curiosity and not that I will be disappointed or checking my abs when I wake up in the morning.
It can be good to compare your strength, your progress, as they say, but really, if you are at a healthy weight, who cares?
Your shorts, your pose, your tan, the lighting, it all makes you look different. Don’t compare, just be proud for doing the things you know will make you stronger and healthier 💪🏻
This is a tougher topic than the first day of the writing challenge, but let's just see where this goes...
Immediately my friend Brittany comes to mind. She's an easy first answer. She taught me more about perseverance, grit, and silliness than almost anyone else I've known. She lived a short life that was made more difficult due to Cystic Fibrosis, but she was happy, silly, smiling, LAUGHING, working hard, and accomplished big things in her 19 years on Earth. She was a great friend even when I wasn't and she was always fun to be around. Even through her death she has continued to teach me and has continued to be a reminder of these qualities.
I haven't been much of a blogger lately. I want to be. I write when inspiration hits, but not consistently or regularly. A friend in my running group (Mia @ SwimSpinRunEat) turned me onto a writing challenge posted by RunTriMom and I figured this was the perfect opportunity to write more and talk about some new topics.
Each day there will be a different subject that RunTriMom laid out and I will put my spin on it. Here we go!
10 THINGS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY
I don't want it to be true, but it is.
This is not about me. That is just my background. If you know me in real life, keep reading, this applies to you. If you don't, keep reading and see if we have anything in common.
I live in two very separate bubbles. On one hand, I live in a small town in New Hampshire. I grew up in an even smaller town in New Hampshire. I could count on my fingers the number of students in my school who weren't white, and that was in a public school comprised of three towns. I grew up in a hunting family, surrounded by gun lovers. We never went into the city unless it was to go visit a doctor in Boston. I don't even know how to use public transportation! I did not grow up practicing, or even really knowing anything about, any religion. I'd say I grew up pretty culturally sheltered. I still live within 20 minutes of where I grew up and went to school. A lot of us still live here. And a lot of us are terribly racist.
Hi, I'm Jessie!
I live in NH with my husband and our pups. My favorite things are coaching Girls on the Run, eating good food that I didn't have to cook, helping other people work on their health, volunteering for and running races, watching tv, doing yoga, and spending too much time on social media. #Balance