Today was supposed to be a simple run, but I accidentally logged it as an outdoor walk. 😂 What made me smile wasn’t the app mistake—it was realizing my body felt good enough to keep going. My original plan was 2 rounds. After the second round I checked in with myself and thought, “I think I’ve got one more in me.” So I completed a third jogging round and finished with a cool-down walk. A few weeks ago I was focused on surviving the run. Today I was focused on pacing myself and listening to my body. That’s a different kind of progress. The best part? I wasn’t forcing it. I wasn’t trying to prove anything. I simply felt stronger and more comfortable than before. The sun was definitely trying to take me out by the end ☀️🥵, but I’ll take that as a sign summer training has officially arrived. Sometimes progress isn’t faster pace or bigger numbers. Sometimes it’s realizing you’re capable of more than you thought.

I was a little apprehensive about sharing this photo comparison. The photo on the right was taken in May last year. The photo on the left was taken in May this year. Looking back at that picture from last year brings back a lot of emotions. I was struggling physically and mentally, feeling completely worn down and honestly on the verge of a heart attack. My health was in a bad place, my confidence was low, and life felt incredibly heavy. For a long time, I only saw how far I still had to go. But when I put these photos side by side, I realised something important: I should be proud of how far I've already come. Fast forward one year, and I feel like a different person. I'm fitter, healthier, stronger, and so much happier. Not because everything is perfect, but because I've consistently shown up for myself, even on the difficult days. I know I still have a long way to go, but at least I took that first leap. Looking back, joining the Inner BBB has been an absolute godsend, and I'm so grateful I made that decision. It gave me the support, accountability, encouragement, and belief in myself that I desperately needed. This journey hasn't been about quick fixes or perfection. It's been about rebuilding my health, one choice, one workout, one walk, and one day at a time. Sometimes we get so focused on the destination that we forget to celebrate the progress we've already made. Thankyou @Darren Liu @Carlos Hellstern and to you wonderful people in skool who inspired, supported and kept me going 🫶 Today, I'm choosing to celebrate it. ❤️ To anyone who feels like the journey ahead is overwhelming: take the first step. You don't have to be perfect, you just have to start.

Today’s focus was trying to stay in Zone 2 during my run 🏃🏻‍♀️… and whewww 😅 it was definitely more challenging than I expected. My heart wanted to race faster, so I had to intentionally slow my pace down and remind myself this wasn’t about speed today — it was about building endurance and teaching my body to stay controlled. I still completed two consistent running rounds around my neighborhood followed by a cooldown walk 👏🏻. Even though my pace slowed a little, I’m actually proud of that because old me would’ve tried to push harder instead of listening to my body. My average heart rate was 143 BPM and stayed pretty steady throughout the run, which tells me I was working consistently without huge spikes or crashing out. The second split showed my heart rate climbed a little more (148 BPM) even though my pace slowed down — which honestly shows endurance work is still new for me and my body is adapting. That’s part of the process and totally okay 💪🏻. One thing I’m learning with running:👉🏻 Slower does NOT mean weaker.👉🏻 Controlled effort builds the foundation.👉🏻 Endurance takes patience. Little by little we keep improving. Consistency over perfection always 🙌🏻🏃🏻‍♀️ P.S. I am owning my “beautiful” bitch face run shout out to @Kathleen Haney and @Kelly Langford to update my face to “beautiful bitch face”. Trying hard to hold a smiling face like the run was easy peasy but deep down I wasn’t motivated to run. This community is constantly in my head when I work hard. Each and everyone of you has a special place in my heart. Thank you for your love and support. The squad of cheerleading is bottomless. Love you guys more than you know.

It's that time of the month for me when the desire for chocolate feels more like a primal need, and it becomes essential for my inner badass to go to war with my inner bitch in order to prevent 1,200 calories of Ben & Jerry's from somehow finding itself in my stomach as I take the form of a bloated self-deprecating blob of carbohydrates and regret. Today my inner badass decided to go about it with the power of compromise. First, I planned out my calories for the day to include my favorite twist soft serve cone with chocolate sprinkles from my local ice cream stand. Then, I did something I strongly dislike and went for a run. My usual walk is between 2.5 and 3 miles, and it tends to take me about 45 minutes to an hour. I recently started running part of the walk so that I could get in some cardio, and today your girl made it 3 miles in 36 minutes. For me, the girl who used to walk the Turkey Trot every year in school and got picked last for every team, that's amazing. So now I get to feel proud of myself as I enjoy my ice cream cone which seems to taste better when it doesn't come with a side of guilt. Happy Tuesday, everyone! I hope you all find happy compromises in your day today🖤 The first picture is the face of someone pretending real hard to be a runner while actually maybe low-key dying. The second picture is the "Praise Jesus I survived" moment.

I definitely gave up on finding my wallet. I ordered replacements for everything which was relatively easy, thank God. This morning, a kind stranger showed up at our door with my wallet! Guinzly and the wrist strap are gone, along with my key fob, and based on the appearance of the wallet I would guess they are crushed on the side of the road somewhere. All of my cards and license were still inside. The man was on a bike ride, saw it on the side of the road, and took the time to come to the address on my license and return it to me. This is one of those reminders that even in this crazy world there are good people everywhere. Even though I already replaced everything, it brightened my day to see that someone went out of his way to do the right thing for a perfect stranger. How did my wallet end up on the side of the road? I have theories, starting with I accidentally threw it away and when the garbage truck dumped the bin it fell onto the road. Where is my Guinzly keychain? I can only hope he's in a better place. 🙏🏼🙏🏼 Have a blessed day everyone🖤