I Love my Arms

Lately, I have been down on how fat I am or how fat I have become. Fat, Fat, Fat. Its depressing!! I try to eat right. But I love food. It can be SO DELICIOUS!! And to be honest in some stressful moments- chocolate really does make me feel better!

But lately, too much of my life is unsettled and up in the air- that chocolate and various other sweets have become the norm and thus has led me to my "I'm SO fat". Its never a good feeling to put on pants and breathe a sigh of relief that they still fit! That leads me to 1 of 2 thoughts. 1-YEA I can eat more....wait that is usually the only thought. But lately things a getting a little more snug and I just feel frumpy. Plus during the last episode of biggest looser I cried like a baby because those people are doing something about their issue and I am not.

So instead of sulking about it and woe is me-ing about it- I am doing something about it. I like to think of myself as a doer. Anyway...I am on day 3 without candy or ice cream. I would like to say without chocolate- but I had this disgusting homemade frosty smoothie that I tried yesterday. And I am on day 3 of exercising in a row. I am usually pretty good about keeping up with that routine. I am pretty consistent of working out 3 times a week. However I became bored with the gym and have foregone all weights (NOT GOOD) and am only walking and running through the neighborhood. YEA for nice weather. So I need to figure out what to do about that. I am SO BORED of the gym. I want to join a boot camp or some other class instead. I read Jillian Michales book and have gone organic and tried to take all fake foods out of the diet.

Along with that I am trying to change my thought process. I am trying to find something about my body that I like...instead of disgusted by. So I chose my arms. The more I thought about it the more I can say I LOVE my arms. Don't get me wrong the are totally ordinary. Not buff or anything, but they are near and dear to me. In the summer they turn a golden tan. They allow me to hold my children when they are happy, or sick, or sad, or just plain needing a cuddle. They allow me to embrace my husband. They give me freedom!!- like driving, opening doors, carrying shopping bags, etc. And lastly, I think that they are the only part of my body I don't try and cover up with something- unless its winter. Then I cover those bad boys up with multiple things. So there you have it. I love my arms! Now, if the rest of my life would fall into place. :)