Am I chubby? Maybe, and compared to some I always will be. I am also AWESOME.
I will always say yes. There is nothing wrong with her body either, but for me it’s an unachievable goal without pain, and the whole point of this journey is to arrive without pain. I don’t want to suffer for a particular body. I desperately do not want a daughter who grows up with that environment. I want a daughter who knows that mommy loves ice cream too, and that mommy will ALWAYS stop what she’s doing to go for a walk, show her how to do pushups, and just run and play.
So if someone thinks that’s sad or pathetic? So be it. I’d rather be me, happy and healthy, balanced, enjoying life. I’d rather eat food that makes me feel happy. I’d rather live a normal life without the pain and depravation it would take for me to get there.
Just my thoughts for today…