My Pants Don't Fit...

You heard me. My pants don't fit today. Don't worry, this isn't a pregnancy announcement or something you missed, I am simply stating that my pants don't fit.

My weight has always seemed to bounce around. After getting married, I was so darn happy that I gained weight. Surprise! I lost it and became a workout nut. A gym rat, really. After the baby came, who has time to make it to the gym? Get out the door on time, make a baby appointment, get called out for diapers and crying... I canceled the membership.And then I got it back.

In the past year, my weight has bounced around. I have done a few crash diets, home workouts, TRIED to eat well, ya know. And today as I sit here in my shorts that are a little too tight (maybe wearing them will help them stretch out a bit?), I'm just tired of it. I'm not looking for pity, a workout coach, or a nutritionist. I thought you all might just appreciate me being real today.

I have had a baby. My husband will still say to me "Don't forget honey, that your hips may have widened from the baby". Thanks. It depends on the day how I react to that one. He is definitely well meaning, and if I'm 5 pounds up, he is completely oblivious.

Having a baby is not an excuse to be overweight or lazy, but it does finally provide that 'out' to come to terms with the body God has given me. No matter how hard I pray or how much I workout or how 'clean' I eat, I will never be a 6-foot-tall Victoria's Secret model. Believe me, I've tried! And my baby is a little GIRL. Which means that she watches my every move, every face I make, every comment I say, every eye roll. She recently learned how to suck her tummy in- I hope that's not from me!

I am working towards the freedom of accepting my body. My husband loves it and my child is enthralled by it. There is nothing that she loves more that putting lotion on my legs for me when I get out of the shower. Or pointing out my body parts (fun toddlerhood!). Or talking about her body parts. Or feeling my leg after I've shaved. She does all of these things!

So as I sit here in my tight shorts (I think they're stretching...), I give up. I don't want my day to be controlled by how I look. And basically this just means that these shorts don't make the cut for vacation next week. There are other shorts that DO fit! 

Give up with me. Workout to be healthy and strong, and eat well (unless there's ice cream. Then eat the ice cream). This is why I'm not a health coach.

Happy Saturday! I hope your pants fit today.