I guess it comes with age...
being totally okay with the body I have and learning to be easier on myself. I'm partially attributing this new found appreciation on the weekly yoga classes I've been taking. There is something to be said for tight pants and trying to balance on one foot in front of a bunch of strangers. It sounds much worse than it is. I am learning to be vulnerable. And by being vulnerable, I am also somehow finding peace. Yoga has allowed me to be quiet for 90 minutes and talk things out in my mind. It has been a peaceful albeit sore experience but I am quickly finding it addictive.
Yoga, and hopefully running will help me feel better physically. I am so far from my "goal weight."
I try not to beat myself up over my almost non-existent workout schedule. My feelings of "acceptance" come and go in waves. I probably could get down to my expected weight goal but I would have to give up sugar. Giving up sugar sounds terrible and dangerous (for those who have to live with me). I eat a fairly balanced and healthy diet. I do workout but not as regularly as I know I should. I have a very low functioning thyroid and that makes everything so much more difficult. I have been trying to come to terms with many things in the last few months. But along the way I did something unexpected that made me realize I am starting to be okay with me.
I bought a bathing suit. A bathing suit that doesn't cover every inch of my thighs. Guess what? I don't hate it! This is a new concept for me. I find myself slowly winning the battle over negative body image.
Stretch marks? I'll always have them. They remind me of my beautiful pregnancies and birthing my babies. Cellulite? Yep, I haz it! Guess what? Most people do. I will not let a little (or a lot) of cellulite rain on my parade! This isn't to say I won't try to take better care of me, but taking better care of me includes loving me and finding beauty in myself. There will be no thigh gaps or washboard abs in my future and that is perfectly okay with me. Just don't take away my chocolate.
Or else....
