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When I was growing up, I was called “chubby,” which was apparently a perfectly acceptable word to use in the 80s. I was embarrassed that my jeans were “Pretty Plus” sizes. My mom was always going on a diet, and most of the time, my sister and I went on the diet with her. When I was in middle school, my mom and I went on a road trip with my aunt. My mom forgot to tell her that we were both “on a diet,” so she brought a grocery bag full of junk food for the road. My aunt was so

I never meant to be a runner. I didn’t start running because I loved the idea of 5K races or dreamed of medals on the wall. I started almost ten years ago because of a 1-year-old Labradoodle puppy who had more energy than three toddlers hyped up on Halloween candy. Jasmine at 2 years old From Walks to Runs Labradoodle puppies are famous for their boundless energy, and I honestly tried to out-walk Jasmine’s zoomies. We walked and walked and walked… and she was still raring to

Counting calories. . . Hours at the gym. . . Never eating ice cream. . . Macros. . . No carbs. . . Salads for lunch. . . Writing down...