Wednesday, June 16, 2010
I flip through numerous Sparkpages and find the same background story again and again. This story involves the girls and women whom are trying to reclaim their high school bodies after the pains of childbirth or that sneaky Freshman 15. I, on the other hand, would never like to return to my high school weight... or my middle school weight, for that matter. I have been pleasantly plump from the moment that I sprang forth from my mother's... okay, I won't go there.
I've really begun to wonder lately how much genetics play in determining a person's healthy weight. Perhaps I have just been mentally blocking or sabotaging myself in some way. I have never had a tight and toned body. I don't think that my goals are too lofty and I know that I can have what I'm trying to achieve if I am consistent. I guess it's just that much harder when I can't even envision something that I've never had.
Every day that goes by, I've notice that I feel more at peace with myself. Even if I never quite get to that 170 mark on my ticker, I can be satisfied knowing that I'm taking good care of my body every day.