Yep... you read that right. Size matters to 99% of women in the universe. It's a comparison tool for us. And anyone who has told you differently is lying.
It's a comparison tool for us to compare OURSELVES TO EACH OTHER. I'm talking the size of our houses; the size of our families; the size of our bank accounts; but- most obvious to me- the size of our bodies. It seems no matter what size we wear, we are wanting it to be different. Maybe I'm wrong... it wouldn't be the first time, that's for sure!
This is my perspective on the size subject:
*** No matter what size you wear, if your jeans are too tight, it ticks you off.***
My largest-sized jeans are too tight and I'm finding myself "stuffin' my muffin" into the top of them while simultaneously stuffing Whoppers in my mouth and it sucks. A lot. The plight is the same for all of us. When your clothes are too small, you don't feel as beautiful as God created you to be. That's the human in us. We are supposed to be treating ourselves as a temple created by the Lord, not a trash compactor.
For me, it's an issue of self control. I used to be soooo great at keeping myself together! I had a willpower that made the pope's look small! Now, oh man... a WHOLE different story. I would love to blame it on kids and not taking time to eat my own meals, but truth is I just cannot stay away from anything covered in chocolate. According to this article, sugar is far more addictive than cocaine! Wowzer!!! It is controlling my brain!!! I have been known on several occasions to hide from my children so I don't have to share the BAG of homemade cookies. {Sigh.} There. I said it. The first step is to claim it...
Enough complaining. You get the picture. I sang in a wedding this past weekend, and just to breathe, I had to keep my pants unzipped till the very last moment and ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. No excuses for this crap. I'm of sound mind and body and making very stupid food decisions. Well, here's what I am going to do about it.
If you have eyes and a facebook account, you know I am an Area Manager with Arbonne (whooop whoop!) and they have an amazing detox program that have had awesome and sustainable results for people close to me. Soooooo.... I'm doing it. Starting tomorrow, I'm getting a grip on gluten, refined sugar, alcohol (I just heard some of you gasp at that one.), dairy, and caffeine, so I no longer have to get a grip on my back fat. And you people are going to hold me accountable. Yep. Because if my husband does it, I'll hate him. And if my kids do it, they'll drive me crazy and someone will be calling DSS. And if my mom does (and oh, I know she would be all over that like chocolate syrup on ice cream), I'll stop answering her calls!
TOMORROW I'll wrap my mind around my best physical self, the self that God planned for me. And I'll work to hide away all my tankinis.
Keep your eyes peeled as I share my transformation of mind and body right here in front of the whole wide world.
In the meantime, I'm binging on all things sweet. Mmmm......
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| This is the infamous Special Treats Basket, aka the bin of Satan. |
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