SUBREDDIT: r/loseit
TITLE: (Progress, 20F 157 > 138) Picture of me from last year at my first attempted 5K run (155lbs) next to a picture from today's Memorial Day 5K Run (138lbs)
POST: * Face comparison: 
* Upper Body comparison: 

The first 5k was brutal. I didn't like to run-- not even to the fridge. Yet, there I was, standing like a lost child at the starting line, nervously kicking my discount sneakers in the dirt. I had no idea just what I'd gotten myself into. At around 157 and nearly 33% body fat, I was not healthy nor happy. Oh, but I did 'run' that 5K alright-- all 48 minutes of it. I would have been last, if not for a group of powerwalking ladies and some elderly folks who finished behind me. How disappointing! I would never run a 5K again as long as I can help it!

Or so I thought. That was one year ago, and I thought there was no hope for me. But the strangest thing happened-- I dared myself to go back and do a 5K the next week. And the week after that. And the week after that. Eventually, I'd run 5K three times a week, and even a 10K here and there. 

Today, I ran a 5K for a Memorial Day event (in 29 minutes flat!), and after lining up my first and most recent 5K face pictures side-by-side, I realized that a lot can change in one year. A lot can change when you dare yourself to step out of your comfort zone.
TL;DR: 
Hate running? Challenge yourself to jog for 20 minutes today. You can only do one pushup today? Shoot for two tomorrow. You can only get better if you keep at it!