I guess it all starts where others have already been, a teenager, standing in the mirror, admiring my body, wondering if others will like it, if I'm the right size, the right build.
In high school I was a 130 lbs, size 10, and very conscious of my weight. I was also ashamed of what I weighed. I always felt too fat. My mother was not the best role model when it came to body image. I grew up listening to her call her own 140ish body, fat, and her most asked question was, "does this make me look hippy?" I don't blame my mom for her skewed ideas on what was healthy, I blame the media and what-not.
I became a runner 124 days ago, and it's here that I've had my greatest success. It seems the body doesn't like to run with fat on it and will quickly shed it away when given the chance. I ran religiously for 2 months straight, 6 days a week. My knees were killing me. I was over trained. I reached 178 pounds and found myself starving almost continuously. I decided to back off and give myself some time to recover. I didn't realize just how much it would effect my body. I gained an inch back to my waist and about 3 to 5 pounds. I'm not too happy about it.