When I got out of bed and got dressed this morning, I put on a pair of size three shorts. And I realized something, something I’ve needed to realize for a long time: nothing has changed.
I’m still the same person I was at size 20/22. I still have a good heart. I still care for others. I still laugh freely and often, and I still have a weakness for chocolate and cheese.
I’m not a better person because I’m smaller.
I’m not a happier person because I can wear single digits.
My life didn’t become perfect when I slid into these shorts, and my life wasn’t imperfect before they fit, either. Weight loss isn’t a cure-all and weight gain isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
I may feel a sense of accomplishment for hitting certain fitness goals, but that joy is no less than the happiness I felt meeting non-athletic goals when I was bigger.
My waist size doesn’t correlate with the joy in my life, nor does it solve any problems.
I am the same person I was at 200+ lbs; I just wear smaller shorts.
Bon appetit, my friends.
4 thoughts on “An Observation”
I needed to read this today! You are very inspirational.
Such a good mindset to have, I’m grumpy no matter what weight I am!
I’m attempting a fast today and blogging about it if you fancied checking it out?
I think we hope that weight loss will cure us of all our hangups and sadly that isn’t the case. I read a great post the other day about still being the fat girl in your head, despite being a thinner girl.
I am glad people are informing us that being thin does not solve your life, doesn’t change who you are….thanks for this.
This definitely gave me something to think about, as I’m having a bit of a rough week. Thank you for this awesome and inspirational story! 🙂