Three years ago I weighed just shy of 250 pounds. I wore size 18 pants, XL or XXL shirts, and had curves for days. Society would not necessarily have considered my body beautiful, but I was extremely comfortable in my skin. One day I decided to slap on a bathing suit, write a little blurb
I honestly have completely mixed feelings about this “new me.” I am happy that I am making healthier choices, and proud of the will power I have somehow accrued, but sad that so much of my life needs to be spent thinking about when and what I can eat.
It’s the New Year: time to be bombarded by every weight loss, body sculpting, resolutioner’s dream-turned-nightmare advertising campaign designed to remind us that we’re not good enough. Let’s fix it, now, for the bargain price of 4 easy installments of my first-born child. But how do I really feel? In my very first blog for CT Working
About a week ago, before bedtime, my four year old hopped on the scale in my bathroom. “It says I am 50 pounds. Is that too fat? Or is it too skinny?” I was surprised at this reaction from my preschool-aged child. Four years old– and male– and already concerned that he might be too