I try to resist, really, I do. I read all the articles in magazines about healthy eating, you know the ones right next to the amazing recipe for a holiday dessert you just have to make. I scan the blog posts about eating healthier and how it's soooo easy to keep the weight off. Yeah, right ... what world do you live in and how fast is your metabolism?
It's not that I eat that bad either. French fries - sure, but only 1-2 times a month. That's not that much. I happen to love cooking, I'm Italian for heaven sake, we cook and we eat! And I bake - double whammy!
So I am left with what I like to call the great weight debate. It wasn't too long ago that I lost 30 lbs. and felt awesome. I kept the weight off for about a year and then it slowly crept back up on me. A few pounds here, another 5 lbs. there - and before I knew it, I had gained 20 lbs back.
Do I exercise? No, not really.
Would that make a difference? Probably.
Do I have the time? No, not really.
Could I make the time? Probably.
So, as I enter the month of December, I will not deprive myself of my Peppermint Lattes or the occasional Cranberry Bliss Bar. Seriously people - these only come around once a year and I love my Starbucks.
Instead, I will once and for all accept that this is the weight I should be. No matter how much dieting or changing of eating habits I do, I always come back to this weight. My son will love me regardless of the number on the scale. My family will do the same. As for my friends, my true friends, the will love me and accept me too. For those people that look down on me because I'm not a size 4 anymore ... well, I don't need people like that in my life and neither do you.
Do you struggle with the great weight debate? Why do we, as women, put such an emphasis on the size of our clothes and that damn number on the scale?
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