I’ve been thinking, and that alone is never a good thing! Anyway, while Stuart has been away I have been piling on the pounds and it got me thinking whether accepting the way your body looks is really a good thing.
Before I met Stuart I was massively unhappy with my body, however I was also a lot slimmer, and healthier, than I am now. Since I’ve been with Stuart I have learnt to accept that I’ll never be skinny and gorgeous and initially I thought that was a fabulous thing because it made me so much happier and I felt a lot sexier and more confident, but the down side is that now I’m so comfortable that I’m not making an effort to stay healthy, let alone in shape.
Maybe it’s just me but it seems that that hatred of my body was what drove me to not put on too much weight and to watch what I was eating a bit better and now finding the drive to lose the weight again is really difficult.
Well I was intending this to be a deep, thoughtful and interesting post but can’t win ‘em all, eh?!
