In today's e-mail: Lose that ugly Belly!
How did they know the winter pounds were still lingering? It's so embarrassing really. Over 100 degree weather and I can't fathom putting on a tank top, much less a swim suit.
The Great Big Weight Battle has been with me all my life. Even through the ity bity year before I was pregnant and I was 40 lbs lighter thanks to Weight Watchers. But the name of the program itself tells you how I was feeling... I was watching my weight. In numbers. And in calculations. And in points. And well, it was still a battle even though I looked better.
This year my attitude is slightly different. Maybe it was because I turned 30 or because now I am a mother--but mostly, I think I just have too many other things to worry about. I'm ignoring the self-image thing a bit. Sure, I'm getting hair cuts and doing my make-up to feel fancy-- but I am also not squeezing myself into 2 year old jeans so that I feel horrible squishing my thighs into them (in other words, I am buying clothes that fit right). And overall, I am just NOT WORRYING about my weight (except in rambling blog posts).
Am I gaining more weight? Not really, I've leveled out. On the high end, mind you, but I'm not actively gaining any more than a few water weight pounds off and on each month. More importantly, am I happy? More or less. Some days more. And some days less. But that comes with more than just weight. Especially when you are juggling motherly, wifely, workly, novel writerly, and possible relocating duties... what more can I ask for?
To the person that sent me the nasty e-mail? Well, I am sure over 1 million other spam guards caught the message--and I hope they did--because who needs a gentle reminder of their self image when they could be spending it splashing on the beach with friends and family.
The Great Big Weight Battle has been with me all my life. Even through the ity bity year before I was pregnant and I was 40 lbs lighter thanks to Weight Watchers. But the name of the program itself tells you how I was feeling... I was watching my weight. In numbers. And in calculations. And in points. And well, it was still a battle even though I looked better.
This year my attitude is slightly different. Maybe it was because I turned 30 or because now I am a mother--but mostly, I think I just have too many other things to worry about. I'm ignoring the self-image thing a bit. Sure, I'm getting hair cuts and doing my make-up to feel fancy-- but I am also not squeezing myself into 2 year old jeans so that I feel horrible squishing my thighs into them (in other words, I am buying clothes that fit right). And overall, I am just NOT WORRYING about my weight (except in rambling blog posts).
Am I gaining more weight? Not really, I've leveled out. On the high end, mind you, but I'm not actively gaining any more than a few water weight pounds off and on each month. More importantly, am I happy? More or less. Some days more. And some days less. But that comes with more than just weight. Especially when you are juggling motherly, wifely, workly, novel writerly, and possible relocating duties... what more can I ask for?
To the person that sent me the nasty e-mail? Well, I am sure over 1 million other spam guards caught the message--and I hope they did--because who needs a gentle reminder of their self image when they could be spending it splashing on the beach with friends and family.
