I Promise
I keep reading these stories that are all horribly negative. Some people are blessed with good health, some who aren't, those that dislike their bodies and others who feel inevitably betrayed by theirs.
I'll never be a size six.
Not a US size six, and not a size six in Australia, my husband's homeland, where six is the smallest size, and the women couldn't believe Americans had a size zero - how can your clothes be size nothing?
But that's just fine with me. I love my size 12, 184 pound strong, fast, imperfect body.
Sadly it hasn't always been that way. I've done what many of you have, counting carbs, calories and cost as I lay on the bed trying to zip those damn jeans.
Once, while we were driving my Mom, a strong and beautiful lady, said that she'd like to lose just 5 pounds. I'd like to lose 50, I replied.
When I moved away to college I seized the opportunity that all the changes presented. Since I no longer needed to commute to high school, I spent that time in the gym. Despite nights out and an unlimited dining plan, I lost the freshmen fifteen and then some, coming home about 35 pounds lighter after freshmen year, dropping away from my all-time high of 222.
In the years since then pounds have come off and come on, but I've stayed in the same general weight range. However, I can say without a doubt that I'm the healthiest I've been in my life.
I may not weigh what the books say I should, but I can do push-ups, on my toes. I can sprint a kilometer, hold a plank, hike a mountain, and have an amazing time with my man.
I work hard for my body, and damned if I'm not going to like the result.
Even I can sometimes get caught up on the number on the scale, but that number really doesn't change a thing.
I LOVE MY BODY, and EVERYTHING it can do for me.
Kelly, 22. Size 12, 184 pounds.
