Hitting The Wall

When you hit the wall, your body is converting over from using carbohydrate glycogen stores as a source of fuel to move and function, to fats.
Fats require a lot more oxygen to produce glycogen that can be used as energy by the body, however it produces the most glycogen more than any other source.

I hit the wall, for the first time ever. It was wretched and skinning.
There I was attempting to follow the steps in the gym class, a few seconds off beat as I lifted my slagging arms and hips, sweat dripping from my every pore. I could not move, I was ragged, like an old broom stick sweeping aside the pigeon droppings off from the kitchen stone floor.
Being skinny was not worth the feeling; I suddenly realised a partial reason as to why I hadn't the same 'oomph' in the bedroom in recent times. There I was having lost my appetite, eating what might have only been 700 calories that day, trying to attempt a high-impact dance class after already completing an hour of yoga and frantically sprinting to the gym from the tram stop - I basically used all 700 calories just doing that.
Sure it was nice to see a flat stomach for the first time, I didn't have to suck in to look aesthetically sexy. But what is the point of looking thin and beautiful if you don't even have the energy to move and jump around? Having the stamina and enthusiasm for movement and life, surpasses a flat stomach and shapely waist any day.
So, I have finally come to accept and love my fuller figure. Not that I'm at all fat or overweight, but I'm bigger than the average girl my age. Thats what you get for being half wog and half irish, and honestly, I love it. Anyone who doesn't love it doesn't need to be around it, it is as simple as that.
Girls (and guys a lot more these days!) place way too much emphasis on what their physique looks like. How do you FEEL? That is what is important.
We know our limits, we know what we need, we just need to listen.
I guess sometimes you need to nearer* an extreme to see the horizon of the alternative.