But . . . but, for me there was a recurring theme that is still nagging at me. I've thought I was fat most of my life. And now at 51 when I'm heavier than I've ever been, I look back at those pictures and I realize I wasn't fat. And I find myself grieving for the lost time spent worrying about weight and what I looked like. Time that would have been so much better spent enjoying myself, my husband, my kids, my friends, my life.
It's vain and shallow of me that one of the first things I noticed looking back was my size, but truth be told I was stunned. How could I have thought I was fat?
So I'm trying to learn to love myself regardless of what the scales say, and I'm learning to ask questions about my health and weight. Learning to eat and exercise in a way that honors my body. That makes me healthy and strong, regardless of what the scales and the dress sizes say.
I still would love to have that time back, but that's not an option. What I can do is move forward with clearer perceptions. And a lot more self-love.
Peace.
Hi Melanie! I think I share your misconception about my body. Why is it that we can't feel very adequate? Well, we are all lights of God...check out my blog post today and you'll see what I mean!
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Thanks so much, Ceil! Welcome to my little blog. Thanks for your encouraging words over at your page as well they were meaningful to me.
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