It’s Never too Early to be Thankful
A few months ago, I wrote this:
What a shock, to look in the mirror. How did this happen? I don’t feel fat- I can still feel my skinny self inside all this puffy stuff. Why do all the Parenting magazines imply that you will get fit from chasing children? These babies made me fat! It’s as if my body wants to make sure I’m never tempted to eat the children. As if I’d know how to cook them.
One evening, after hours of shopping, Teresa and I left the mall with nothing but eye shadow and foundation. “Makeup always fits!” we cheered, though it had been a disheartening experience.
Today, I feel like a ninja.
At my last visit to the scale at the gym I’d lost 26 pounds. When I walk, I feel that ache in my backside that tells me I’ve had a good workout, and it makes me feel buff, even though I can see in the mirror that I still have a long way to go.
Two weeks ago I opened a bin marked ‘Skinny Clothes’ and put on a skirt. It fit perfectly. These were the big skinny clothes- from after Scarlett was born- not my skinny skinny clothes, but it felt like a triumph. A major triumph.
I just feel so thankful for this body.
