Rediscovering me

Sobbing. Sniffling. Plain and simple:ugly crying. This is how my run ended last evening. Please allow me to be clear: the run itself was a delight. The temperatures are still warm here and the sunshine was a welcome sight after spending all day in meetings. I had just finished my gym session and, despite a tough workout, my legs felt strong. So, why the emotional breakdown? I think I’ll call it “the realization of my return”.

Those around me know that, over the course of the past few weeks, I have lost approximately 17 pounds. I know…nothing compared to some, but a great success for me. Through that process though, I have experienced unexpected results far deeper than the shedding of weight: the old me has made a return!

So, where has that version of me been? In hiding. In retrospect, I believe I suffered a mild case of depression. I just lost my way. The spark was gone from my eyes and I was simply living, not thriving. Honestly, I didn’t even realize what I had experienced until now when it has passed.

Somehow, through the process of correcting my nutrition and altering my workout routine (more on that in a later post), my true self began to peak out from behind what felt like one of those giant, velvet stage curtains. It was slow at first and then one morning here I was back in my element. Perhaps it is a self-confidence boost from the weight loss or a clearing of the mind from clean eating(I feel it’s a combination of both). Honestly, I don’t need to define how it happened. I’m just thrilled beyond words that it did.

So, back to last night’s tear fest…they were tears of joy. Tears of relief. Tears of excitement for what lies ahead. I can feel my inner spark again. It’s so good that it seems I should be shouting from rooftops!

I’ll share more of my nutrition and workout journey in future posts. For now, here’s to strong women, clear minds, and dreams that are just beginning to unfold.

XO,

Kiki