At 180lbs, I feel strong but I don’t feel pretty.
I’m definitely uncomfortable in my regular clothes, and a simple thing like a 20-minute run, which used to make me sexy, has become downright breathtakingly ugly.
So when my coach says he expects me to put on at least another 10lbs, I wonder I’m going to fit all that extra.
Which is funny because I’ve never worried about being extra blessed or extra bitchy.
Extra burdens though, that’s a whole other kind of extra that requires not extra faith, but rather a complete certainty that I will be equipped and able to handle it all.