I went for my first run today, that marks the beginning of my journey downwards. No longer will I be obsessed with how many reps I can do at 100lbs. No, I will now be obsessed with whether my work clothes actually fit, and whether I have disgusting pecs, with no definition, except for fat. The above pic shows me when I was at my prime in running. Although I was nowhere near as strong as I am now, I was much happier with my body image. Its kind of weird to think that I will be dropping this obsession with weight levels, but I want to be small again. Soon enough! Today I jogged for 30 minutes outside before work and it was sooooo satisfying, much more so than weight lifting. I like.