I have an admission to make. It’s something I don’t say publicly very often for a myriad of reasons. Partly because I don’t like to focus on weight, partly because I have certain family members who will take any opportunity to agree with me, and partly because I know I am, and probably always will be, on the slim end of normal. But here I go:
I’m not happy with my weight.
Phew, I can feel myself exhaling just typing that.
It started before we went to the US, but it was only on getting back from the US and attempting to wear the work pants I had worn before when I realised – I have put on weight.
It isn’t a lot but it’s enough to make me feel uncomfortable. It’s enough to make my pants not fit, or my t-shirt sit a little too tight.
But when I push body love, when I don’t like to run weight loss propaganda and when I strongly encourage loving yourself as you are, why am I writing this?
I’m writing it because it’s the truth. It’s how I feel. And I think there’s nothing more powerful in this world than telling the truth.
I’m writing it because it’s OK to want to change something. Because a big part of loving yourself is loving yourself enough to want to feel your best. And I don’t, I just don’t.
So here I am. Exposing myself for all to see, so to speak, and admitting to you something I rarely admit outside my own head: I’m not happy with my weight.
It’s time to make a change.
Have you ever wanted to change something about your lifestyle? Have you ever done it successfully?