Iâ€™ve been thinking a lot about self-acceptance lately.
When I was in Puerto Rico with my girlfriends a few weeks ago, I looked in the mirror one day and thought â€œoof, you look like youâ€™re in your 30s.”
Well, guess what? I amÂ in my 30s.Â
I see no reason not to throw a gratuitous Jillian MIchaels shot in here.
As I tried on my Rent the Runway dress the other night, I was kind of in between sizes and not crazy about how either looked. I went to try on this dress:
And it wouldnâ€™t zip up the last few inches.
I was bummed.
I thought my face and body looked puffy.
But whether they did or they didnâ€™t, I was determined to not let how I felt ruin my evening. I accepted that I probably havenâ€™t been making the best dietary choices and resolved to move on. I was eating really well at that time. Iâ€™d just started a new job and while I was still trying to figure out my workouts, I was so on point with my eating.
If Iâ€™m being honest with myself, I could probably stand to lose about 10 pounds right now. Not getting on the scale since before Christmas hasnâ€™t worked for me. Personally, to maintain weight loss, I need to see that number. While the scale definitely doesnâ€™t tell the whole story, it doesnâ€™t lie either.
In Puerto Rico, I felt bloated and gross the whole time, and I wanted to wear the biggest, loosest clothing I had with me.
Thatâ€™s not me. I donâ€™t want to hide. (This is also the sentiment that sparked my weight loss six years ago.)Â
Iâ€™m accepting where I am right now, the choices Iâ€™ve made, and I’m moving on. To lots of kale.Â