Fact #1: I'm a plus size woman. Fact#2: I enjoy working out. Fact #3: Most people take one look at me and immediately think I'm lying about Fact #2.
I used to let this bother me a lot. Almost to the point that I was embarrassed to say I went to a gym and even took several classes each week. I can "out Zumba" (as my friends say) most of the people in every class. Yet, it's still very easy for people to assume that because I look like this, there's no way I actually move my body to try and improve my health.
Getting healthy is a journey. It's a journey I've been on for most of my life, yet it's one that I haven't fully put my trust into. I have a love/hate relationship with food. I love to eat it, but after, I hate that I did. I don't make great choices when I'm having a bad day or when my stress level is through the roof. You would think that at almost 40 years old I could have had this figured out by now, but I don't.
What I have figured out is that even though I'm far from perfect, I'm still a great mom, wife, daughter, sister, aunt and friend. Those who have stuck by me love me no matter if I'm a size 2 or 22. So why do I care what that stranger on the elliptical thinks about me when I walk into the gym ready to shake my booty? Oh, that's right...I don't care.