Okay. I’m going to put it all out there.
I’m. Fluffy. And like every other woman out there I have obsessed about my weight since I was 10 years old. (I can remember being weighed in 5th grade during P.E. I weighed 112 lbs and was so glad I weighed less than just one other girl who weighed 125. Sad that I can remember that.) For 25 years, I have obsessed about the number on the scale and the number on my clothes. I’ve spent a lifetime thinking that when I get to that perfect scale number or clothing size, THEN things will be good. Then.
But, I’m tired! And I’m old enough to know that the perfect numbers won’t change the facts of my life right now. They won’t change the fact that I have been married to the man-of-my dreams for almost 15 years. Or that I have FOUR amazing, beautiful, precious sons. That I’m relatively healthy. That I am richer than MOST of the rest of the world. And most importantly, that I am a daughter of the Most High God and am saved by grace through faith in his Precious Son.
So, I’m embracing the fluff! The fluff that came from carrying my precious Micah. (And maybe a few too many Christmas cookies!) I’m going to buy clothes that will look cute on the body I have now. My fluffy, Mama Train body. Who’s with me?!?! (Put your hands down, Skinny Girls!…………………….just kidding.)