Well there I was today, half way through a gruelling 5k run with my PT and my hubby, when three young lads on bikes decided to follow in front of us, shouting ooh look at the fat woman, look at the fat cow in black, look at her fat wobbling. I know they are kids but it hurt and I could feel myself biting my lip and holding back tears. I finished the run but didn't feel confident running for the last part. If ever I needed motivation to keep being healthy that was it - even if it was cruel.