woo buddy. i thought with all my thumbs up of the day (IYKYK), i should probably post, too. crazy, right? over the last few years, I’ve been able to truly find my love for working out again. workout classes, running, lifting, and even just casual walking - you name it. for years (left is from like 2014?), i put myself through the routines i thought i needed to follow, through the diets i needed to follow, eating specific amounts and tracking for years because i thought it was really the only way. years passed and the anxiety i already feel wake up was amplified by worrying when I’d get to workout or if I’d stick to my food, still stressing about going out to eat, etc. during lockdown and since, i started working out in ways i missed or didn’t get to try because i was forced to and it’s probably the best thing that ever happened. i haven’t had a gym membership since they have opened back up, I’m not on a strict routine, and rarely do i touch a food scale. the girl on the left didn’t know that you could still feel good doing the things that she actually wanted to do. the girl on the left didn’t know that you can have some fun nights out and that you’ll still be okay. the girl on the left thought she would be stuck doing the same thing on repeat for the rest of her life. the girl on the right likes to eat based on how she feels that day. the girl on the right like knows that recovery is just as important as the work she puts in. the girl on the right realizes she doesn’t need to workout every day. the girl on the right knows it’ll be okay (even though some days can still be hard). i started this account to be accountable to myself in a dorm room in the middle of Vermont because i hoped that one day it would get a little easier and i can say that it has. Thank you for being here for a gajillion years with me 💚