For the record, YES. I would MUCH rather have the chips… or cookies… or cake…
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…
I love it! I had a priceless moment the other day where I managed to say in the moment what I would usually only think of later. I started seeing a trainer at the gym because I read it would really help me finish my half marathon to do a little cross-training. As soon as I sat down for the first meeting the trainer says, “So, what parts of your body are your problem areas you are looking to shape up?” and I said (tone of genial surprise), “Oh! I can see where you’d be confused. No, I don’t hate my body. I’m here because I’m running a race.” It made for an awkward first meeting, but I was really glad I said it. Maybe he’ll change his question to “Why are you here?”
I hope some day my daughter can say the same thing as easily. No, I don’t hate my body. I really don’t.