It is great to accomplish something. It is great to run/walk that 5k and beat your best time. It is great to do so with friends beside you. It is great.
But it is still awful when you see photos the next day, photos of yourself and you think, "Dear God, am I really THAT big?"
And some of the accomplishment fades.
And the questions of how the hell you make this work return. How the hell do you, do I, succeed in this.
Because those pictures don't lie.
Shit. I wish they were lying.