Since today was such a pretty day, I decided to go out running and continue my Couch to 5K program since I haven't been able to go in a while (Vanessa, I'm almost done with week 4).
I don't know what happened but today's run was...horrible. It was just so hard. I sucessfully completed exactly what the workout said to do, so you'd think I would be happy about that-but I'm not. I honestly have never felt so fat, and ugly, and insecure as I did this afternoon. It just felt like Satan was holding a pillow over my face, suffocating me...I couldn't breathe. I'm so disgusted with myself.
I feel so defeated.