Hard to believe that this was taken in the desert. I sat on these photos for weeks. I wasn’t feeling good in my body this week, even though I had just run up smoke tree mountain in 35 minutes (beat my record and google it next time you are in Palm Springs), and had just come off of Lent. I was thinking after giving up booze, sugar, pizza and fries people would be thinking I was on Ozempic. But the truth is, I gained weight. Not that it should matter. I added speed to my runs, my speed walk got faster by 0.4mph, I lifted heavier, slept better and my skin got clearer, so why was I so worried about the number on the scale. Because our culture has a fat phobia and unless you get compliments for being “too thin” we are somehow made to feel “fat.” I try to share body positivity and positive self talk on my stories daily but the truth is, when I look in the mirror, I see someone 2-3x my size. NOT that that size isn’t beautiful too, but my inner gremlin self sabotages, making me think my worth is tied up in my size. I don’t even know the point of this as I draft it standing in my kitchen. Maybe just a reminder to you, and me!, that you don’t know what anyone is going through and social media isn’t real. 💙🩵🤍💙