That Post-Workout Can’t Move-Can’t Breathe-But-Trying-To-Catch-My-Breath-So-Sore-Dripping-In-Sweat-Hair-Up-In-The-Air & All-Over-The-Place-Adrenaline-Rush” Feeling!

Nope, this is most certainly NOT what I look like after my workout.

But I’ll take the way I look post-workout over THIS any day.

There’s just something about that post-workout:

“Can’t move, can’t breathe but trying to catch my breath, so sore, dripping in sweat, hair up in the air & all over the place, adrenaline rush” feeling.

It literally makes me feel like the energizer bunny.

ON TOP OF THE WORLD.

Ready to tackle just about anything.

&

Best of all, like I ACCOMPLISHED something. 

For me, every work out is a sign that I kicked anorexia in the butt.

That I told her to peace out & to let me do the things that I LOVE.

The things that make me HAPPY.

The things that make me feel ALIVE.

It’s a sign that I fought my demons with all the fire in my being to have not only the energy, the strength but also the LIFE to be able to get through a workout, let alone, get through another day.

It’s a sign that I finally realized that I was no longer going to let anorexia dictate my life.

That I made the decision to GET OFF the scariest roller coaster of my life MIDWAY because had I let anorexia take me on that ride until the very end, chances are I would not be where I am today. 

So yes, I work out.

But I work out more than anything TO FEEL GOOD.

Because of the feeling of ACCOMPLISHMENT it brings to my life,

Because of what it represents.

&

Quite frankly, because a few months ago, I COULD NOT & I DID NOT KNOW if I would ever be able to again.