I love waking up every morning feeling energetic and positive.
I love looking slim and feeling confident in jeans and pants.
I love that I no longer have to pass up physical activities, like climbing the Sydney Harbour Bridge, because I think I won't be able to keep up.
I love that I no longer have to feel apologetic about, or over-compensate for, my weight.
I love that people assume I'm naturally athletic.
I love looking forward to a challenging workout.
I love having the stamina to snow-shoe or hike for 22km (about 13.5 miles), and looking forward to getting up and doing it again the next day.
I love it when my colleagues ask about my holiday plans, then say, "Wow - you must be fit!"
I love no longer dreading holiday weight gain.
I love being able to walk up several flights of stairs without getting out of breath.
I love being able to participate in conversations about exercise instead of just smiling politely.
I love buying new workout stuff.
I love finding new physical activities that I can actually do.
I love it that my natural walking pace is "very brisk" instead of "ploddingly slow".
I love being able to walk into any store knowing that there will be lots of nice clothes that will fit me.
I love that I no longer have to dress to hide my "flaws".
I love it when my husband compliments my butt, or muscles, or secretly checks me out when I'm getting changed.
I love feeling strong, light, agile and fit.
I love being
confident, instead of telling myself
I love being able to say that I'm hungry, or eat a cookie, without feeling that people are judging me.
I love coming across a children's playground in a park and sliding down the slippery dip and playing on the climbing equipment.
I love putting my hand on my hip and feeling muscle there - instead of fat.
I love no longer feeling the need to cringe when someone brings out a camera.
Cue the dancing carrot!