I ran a 5km race a couple of weeks ago and went home proud as punch after beating my personal best. That afternoon the race organisers emailed through photos of me ‘in action’. I didn’t think twice about clicking on the link, but what appeared was more horrifying than any dubious link you shouldn’t click on when you’re online.
There I was red faced and sweaty looking like I was about to keel over. That was okay, I’m not that vain about looking less than fabulous. No, the horrific part was that I looked absolutely MASSIVE.
To be honest, I barely recognised myself. I ‘m well aware that I’m not yet the ideal size, but I thought that losing over 10kg in the past year would have made a bigger difference. Turns out all the weight that’s left is located in one area – from the hips down. In these photos I looked like a big genetically-modified pear.
The tight running pants. The thighs. The inkling of a camel toe? Safe to say I didn’t take up their offer to buy all the photos for $19.99. I’d rather drown my laptop than download those seriously horrific snaps. Normally I’d show photos like that to my husband and we’d have a good laugh over how terrible they are, but in this case I hit that red x in record time.
So I’ve learned a few things. Never open the race photos. Squats and lunges are my new best friends. Running pants should be chosen very carefully. Camel toes are never cool. And if I don’t stick to my healthy eating plan, I’ll be getting sent photos like that every few weeks. Shudder.