They say confession is good for the soul. Well I have a confession to make...Sometimes I weigh myself and get so upset with the number. I beat myself up about the number and get so frustrated my what my body looks like with extra skin on my waist that looks like a tire. I am still working on accepting who I see in the mirror at the size I am. Who has made me measure myself with a number and size? Society! TV! Magazines! So I should weigh 140 with 22% body fat and be a size 4. Does that mean I'm healthy? For my height and according to the charts I should weigh that. But guess what? I've been there and it is not a pretty sight. My jaws sink in and my hip bones stick out. Learning to accept that I am not supposed to weight a certain number or be a certain size is a journey. My body fat % and BMI may never be what the powers that be say it is supposed to be. So does that mean I'm not healthy? I weigh about 160 and my body fat % beginning of the week was 29.8 the lowest it has ever been. I am always going to have extra skin around my waist and my tiger strips from my children. Learning to love myself for who I am is a daily process. What I don't have is medications. I'm not on anything for b/p, cholesterol, diabetes, anxiety or depression. My skin stays clear all the time. I exercise pretty hard and run, maybe slow as a turtle but I run, and I have energy all day long without caffeine. My wish for all women is for us not to put ourselves in societies box of what you should look like, or measure yourself up to other women. Skinny women still do not love their bodies. We all criticize ourselves about some body part. Being healthy is not about sizes, numbers or shapes. health is how you feel. We are all beautiful in all our imperfections. Never forget it. And I continue work on practicing what I preach.
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