I have never been slim. Genetics have a lot to do with it. My mum was slim for a large part of her life and never gained weight no matter what she ate. I feel like I fashioned my eating habits from her example, but I wasn’t blessed with a high metabolism. In turn, I have forever been in the pursuit of skinny-ness. My dad on the other hand tells me that even when he was a young man and he used to run all the time, he ‘always had a belly’. Thanks, Dad!
I am, by no means, a health freak. I’m lazy at times and I eat and drink too much. My diet is a pendulum swing of extremes. Complete over indulgence and complete avoidance. A binge and then a purge. I know it’s not a healthy lifestyle but at least it’s not all over indulgence.
I do have a back-up plan. Her name is Dayana. She’s my trainer. We have a tumultuous love-hate relationship. Okay, maybe that’s just a bit dramatic. I love her but I hate when I can’t bend down to pick up stuff. Thank goodness I have a toddler. I convince him to pick up stuff for me all the time.
Anyway, I’m straying from the point I was trying to make. In my pursuit of skinny-ness, I am learning new things. I am starting to embrace this body that I was given. Too often, we focus on the negative. (I feel like I have said this in at least half of my blogs). So I don’t have slim legs; at least, I can walk. So I have a belly; that belly housed my beautiful son for 9 months. I have many other imperfections, as do many of us. Let’s convince ourselves that we are imperfectly perfect.
I will leave you with this photo that a friend shared on FaceBook.
I have decided to change my pursuit of skinny-ness to a pursuit of happy-ness. It’ll make for a better me <3.