The change from body hater to body lover doesn't happen over night. I'm still travelling down the path towards completely and totally loving my body. The journey is long and challenging, and sometimes I stumble. But so long as I keep making progress, I know I will be ok.
For now, however, a couple of my sneaky habits are:
1) I still step on the scale. I pretend I don't know how much I've lost. I haven't told anyone my number in a while. And the honest truth is, that when I DO step on the scale, I don't really have a positive or negative reaction to the numbers there. If it goes up, I don't freak out. If it goes down, I don't get happy. It just satisfies a curiosity that I can't seem to kick. But the good thing is that the number has absolutely zero impact on my day, so I know I'm doing something right!
2) I wear spanx sometimes. You know spanx? Those inhuman pieces of fabric that squash all your squishy bits into spandex undergarments in order to prevent unsightly rolls? Yeah, those hell inspired inventions. I wear them when I wear dresses or skirts or even some pants. I can truthfully say that I love my body. I can thank my arm jiggle, embrace my wobbly thighs and even love my soft belly. My muffin top however....we haven't exactly come to terms just yet. And something about getting into one of those under suits just makes me immediately feel like strutting. Or standing like Wonder Woman. I usually do a little bit of both while no one is looking.
3) Most days the thought of "I really want french fries" enters my head at least once. I have yet to act on it because I am genuinely afraid that I will not be able to stop once I start.
How is your journey going? What are you finding to be the biggest challenge? Share in the comments!
2) I wear spanx sometimes. You know spanx? Those inhuman pieces of fabric that squash all your squishy bits into spandex undergarments in order to prevent unsightly rolls? Yeah, those hell inspired inventions. I wear them when I wear dresses or skirts or even some pants. I can truthfully say that I love my body. I can thank my arm jiggle, embrace my wobbly thighs and even love my soft belly. My muffin top however....we haven't exactly come to terms just yet. And something about getting into one of those under suits just makes me immediately feel like strutting. Or standing like Wonder Woman. I usually do a little bit of both while no one is looking.
3) Most days the thought of "I really want french fries" enters my head at least once. I have yet to act on it because I am genuinely afraid that I will not be able to stop once I start.
How is your journey going? What are you finding to be the biggest challenge? Share in the comments!
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