I feel a New Year’s Resolution coming on.

I feel a New Year’s Resolution coming on.

My butt needs a new zip code

I haven’t whined about my body lately, so I shall now break the silence:

*whine*

*whine*

*whine*

*whine*

Sometimes when I whine about my body it’s justified – like when I exercise daily and eat right for three months and lose a whopping 7 pounds. But today I whine unjustifiably.

I’ll wait here while you sigh and click over to a different blog.

I’ve been carrying around 40 extra pounds for a long time now – about 5 or 6 years, depending on your math. I gained about 40 pounds with both my kids’ pregnancy, and lost all the weight after Ruthie was born.

But after Thomas, I didn’t lose a thing.

I was on anti-depressants, birth control, and mint-chocolate lattes at the time – none of which provided a way to lose the birth weight.

I have a pretty realistic vision of how I want my body to look. I know I can’t return to my pre-marriage weight – age, two kids, and gravity are working against me. But when I look in the mirror I don’t feel like me. I don’t recognize who I am. I still gasp when I see myself, as if I went to bed looking one way, and woke up looking like this.

I’ve searched for the motivation of my heart. I want to feel comfortable in my own skin, and for the most part I do. I don’t like the way I look, but I’ve accepted it.

But still.

One thought on “I feel a New Year’s Resolution coming on.

  1. Your story sounds like mine. I gained 60 pounds with my first pregnancy. Lost all but 10….then gained another 40 with my second. Anti-depressants, birth control…and pumpkin spice lattes (and pumpkin scones) did not help me, either.

    I HATE pictures of me – my husband still doesn’t get that when I say take a picture” I mean a close up. Full body shots in a swimsuit should be grounds for a self-defence plea, as I will drown him if he does it again.

    I want to be ok with me. But I’m not. THIS year, I WILL do something about it. Something that doesn’t involve eating copious amounts of chocolate brownies and feeling sorry for myself.

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