This picture was taken ten years ago.
I have been chasing this body for the past two years, using this picture as a goal.
But why?
That body had not given birth to children.
That body hadn’t completed triathlons.
That body hadn’t run half marathons. Or a marathon.
That body might have looked good on the outside.
But that body didn’t exercise much and smoked a lot of cigarettes to look like that.
That body wasn’t healthy.
At all.
And neither was the brain inside of it.
I am done chasing that fucking body.
Because the one I am living in right now is pretty great.
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This body ran nine miles this morning, and now it is going to take five kids under the age of ten to the beach.
And keep up with them.
All day.
How many other moms on the beach can say that?
Not many.
So fuck that old unhealthy body.
This body is going to rock a bikini all day long.
Cause if you ask me, those almost 45-year-old boobs are looking pretty darn good.
See you at the beach.
That is, if you can keep up…
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Get it girl!!! You look great!
I’m jealous. You’ve kept your boobs. After giving birth 8 times, and then losing 65 pounds, my boobs sort of deflated, and are now in a race to see which one can reach my knees the fastest. (The left one is winning!)
But I feel much the same as you do. This body has brought babies into the world, and nursed them for over a decade. This body can run and do things I didn’t do when I was younger and had the “hot bod” thing.
No, this body is taking care of me and of my family, and I need to respect it. Love, respect, health. No more chase. Not for a picture, and not for a number on a scale.
This is awesome. I am in my third tri of my first pregnancy and I find myself thinking (worrying) about the whole “getting my body back” (except it never went anywhere – what a dumb phrase). I try to remind myself I may have a new body, but at least now that I’m older and wiser I fuel it properly and exercise smart.
Oh my goodness. I look back at the tiny little 108 lb body I had when I left my first husband. I thought I was fat. I ran off what I then called “cafetine” A lovely combo of Pepsi and cigarettes, and not much food.
My weight battle went on for 10 years. Up 30 pounds, down 20, up 20, down 10 and finally I found what worked best for me. I’m happy as a clam at 125 lbs, though I would take more muscle and strength any day! It’s great to come to grips with who you are and embrace it fully. Kudos to you!
~Stacy