Size matters


Like most people, I have taken a laissez faire attitude to diet and exercise for the past few months. Between all of the free food at work, the holidays and being busy with work, I have let myself get out of the habit of eating well and going to the gym.

I knew this would catch up to me at some point, and now it has. I can no longer button my favorite jeans. Well, I can, but it takes a few lunges and hard tugs on the belt loops followed by a mini muffin top. Also like most people, I am not willing to admit defeat, preferring instead to stuff myself into my pants rather than buying new ones.

A few years ago, I was the heaviest I’ve ever been. Some depressing life circumstances caused me to eat my feelings. Upon seeing photos from my 30th birthday, I cut out most processed foods, worked out like a mad woman and lost about 30 pounds. I decided that I was going to get rid of all of my “fat clothes” so I’d never be there again.

I’m not at that weight yet. But I do realize that I am drifting in that direction, so I’ve decided to nip it in the bud. In the mean time, I’ve bravely gone to the thrift store and picked up some extra “fat pants.” See, the thing is that when you’re wearing clothes that don’t fit, it not only looks bad, it’s extremely uncomfortable. My pants are a constant reminder of the extra lbs, and I spend the day punishing myself for not fitting into them. By buying pants that fit me, I can forget about it and go about the day. Besides, I look prettier without the muffin top.

I guess what I’m saying is that regardless of whether or not you think you need to lose weight, you should accept yourself and rock your style. I’m 5’4″ tall and tend to put on muscle relatively quickly. I’ve accepted the fact that I’ll never have a body like Miranda Kerr. I’m cool with that. But I’ve never been very nice to myself when the scale tips to the right. This year, instead of trying to make a certain weight, I’ve decided to make new fitness goals. I recently started taking ballet lessons again, so I want to be en pointe within 2 years. I also want to be able to jog for 30 minutes without being winded (baby steps). By making these goals and blogging instead of eating my feelings, the numbers will follow.

So good luck to me, and good luck to all of you whatever your vices may be. Accept them for what they are and love yourself anyway.