A meet up with my younger self......

 "To your younger self....forgive her. To your current self....believe in her. To your future self....create her."

Apparently there is a trend going around where you post about meeting your younger self for coffee and having a conversation. So I got on the trend and this is how it went.  

After I finished a little over 3 miles (some of which I ran in the rain) on this early rainy Saturday, I sat down with my younger self for coffee. Well, she drank water, I had a limited edition Starbucks Brown Sugar Cinnamon coffee.  

She wrinkled her nose and asked me when I started drinking coffee. I smiled and remember the day I took a sip. I met a dear British friend for coffee at a local cafe. I didn't know what I would drink if I didn't have coffee. I told my younger self I decided it was time to grow up so I had a cup and have never looked back.  

As we sat, tears welled up in her eyes. She cried and told me she was tired of being overweight and feeling alone, isolated. She had yet to really date and go out and do things. I told her she has an aha moment and she loses over 200 pounds. She meets some really awesome people who become her closest friends.  Shaking her head as she doesn't believe me, she asks if her dream of being skinny came true. I smiled and said yes, but not without hard work and tough choices. I left out the hospital visit and the diabetes.  

I'm dressed in my yoga/running pants, hair up in a ponytail, Brooks and a short sleeve shirt.  She asked if I really enjoyed being active. I told her I did and I realized how capable I am of so many things. I told her she gets addicted to races, running, and yoga. Even joins a run club.  And so much more.  

I tell her she changes the way she eats, gives up diet drinks, ice cream and fast food. She commits herself to Weight Watchers for the last time and succeeds. She asks if it was hard. I tell her it was challenging at times, but it was something she had to do. I am honest and tell her there are some bumps and detours but she conquers them. She sits and listens. Listens to the stories I tell of finishing a half marathon, not once, but 3 times. Stories of letting go of how she thinks things should go and enjoy. Enjoy the organic development of it all.  

Before we get up and leave, I ask her for a favor. I tell her I'm doing something sort of big in a couple of weeks and could she be at the finish line. She might see some awesome people. She smiles and says she will. She then asks me what I thought about starting a blog. I suggest the name be something sparkly. She'll inspire many others.  

Did I mention the conversation was filled with Glitter all the weigh?