7 NOV 2013

I've been thinking of this post all day. It's a hard one for me, but I'm trying. I'm thankful for my body. Whew. There, I said it. And today I actually mean it. I've had a hate/hate relationship with my own body for about 13 years. I've gained weight, ate crap, dieted, lost weight, ate crap, struggled with infertility, lost weight, etc.. ... ... Over and over again. It's been an incredibly long time since I've been happy with how I look or feel. I'm trying though. I am lot stronger (both physically and emotionally) than I ever thought I could be. I carried and delivered two healthy babies and for that, I am thankful for my body. For every stretch mark and extra little pouch of soft skin. It was worth it. I've learned I can't eat crap and do nothing. I need to exercise to feel better both inside and out. I've finally learned that miracles don't happen overnight. I've finally learned that I regret not being in the picture way more than looking fat in the picture. I know I can do something about it and this time is just a stepping stone. Somedays are easier than others and some pounds are easier to lose than others. I know once I'm back on track, I will be unstoppable. I'm thankful to have the energy to chase my boys around the house. To pick them up and tickle their bellies. I'm thankful to be soft and squishy like the perfect pillow they want to snuggle up to and lay their heads against. Today, I am thankful for my body.