So here’s the thing. Both of these photos? I’m happy. There’s no fake smiles to be found. When I’m not happy, my face tends to make it known. I’ve generally tried not to subscribe to the idea that you’re only allowed happiness if you look a certain way or live in a certain place or believe certain things. People are allowed to feel joy regardless of what skinsuit they wear.
BUT. In only one of these photos would I be able to get through an hour and a half of dance class without being red faced and out of breath three songs in. And I’m not even putting much effort into exercise-1.5 hours of the Cupid Shuffle once a week., but seriously, it’s made a big difference in the way I feel.
I’ve had to take up my watch three times. I had to tighten the straps on my sandals. There’s about 45 pounds between photo 1 & 2.
…And I treated myself to tiramisu and latte after dinner tonight.
