It should come as absolutely no surprise then, that the same has always applied to my body. I know that every woman has looked with longing at old photographs, wishing for their old figure (you know, the one you used to despise because it was "so fat"). I think that, likewise, a woman who has lost a lot of weight often looks at herself in the mirror and thinks, "I'm still not that skinny."
Why are we like this? Why is it that the amount of weight lost, while awesome, is never quite good enough? I think there are two reasons. The first being, our sex is one of endless comparisons. We don't often compare our current body with the body we had two years ago, rather, we compare it with the women we see on TV, or the ones ahead of us in line at the doughnut shop who look as though they've never eaten so much as a grain of sugar in their life, let alone a doughnut! And the second reason ties in with the first, it's because we don't realize that our figure is our figure. Regardless of whether we gain or lose 50 pounds, our trouble areas will never not be our trouble areas.
Case in point. For the majority of my post-period life, I've nestled comfortably and uncomfortably on the scale between the low and high 150's (pant size 10 to 12). When I married, I was recovering from an illness which brought me all the way down to the mid 130's and I was ecstatic. But, even as my pants continually fell off my hips, I thought to myself: "You still have a few more pounds to go." Then, my health returned and as the weight piled on quickly, I looked back at those wedding pictures with a sigh in my heart. ("How could I think that I was fat then?! NOW, I'm fat!!!")
With the birth of baby Wyatt last March, I weighed 179 the day of delivery. Almost an entire year later, I've lost nearly 60 pounds (fluctuating from the low to mid 120's).
That weight loss is due entirely to breastfeeding, regular exercise, portion control (helped by a high dose anti-depressant which thoroughly kills my appetite) and finally by having John out of the house these last 7+ months for training.
In my life, I've never even dreamed of weighing so little. I never thought it humanly possible for me to be in the 120's. I always thought that once I was in the 120's I would look as skinny as an actress. Correction, I always thought I would feel as skinny as an actress. But, the truth is: NOBODY CAN ESCAPE THEIR FIGURE!
I want you to say that out loud and let the eternal truth and reality of that statement sink into every fiber of your being. YOU CANNOT ESCAPE YOUR FIGURE. Period. End of discussion. While very skinny and parading about town in pants ranging in size from 2 to 4, I still feel as big as I did when I weighed 155. I cannot escape my figure. What is my figure? I have been either blessed or cursed (depending on who you talk to) with the figure that gains weight all over, for the most part. My trouble spots are my thighs, hips and butt. They were my trouble spots when I was in the 150's and they've remained my trouble spots now in the 120's. If you're like me, and you find yourself often wishing for a smaller number on that scale, repeat to yourself: "I cannot escape my figure". If you're pear shaped, you'll always be pear shaped. If you're shaped like an hourglass, you'll always be shaped like an hourglass. If you're top heavy, you'll always be top heavy. I honestly thought that if my scale ever read 122 while I was on it, I would magically have stick legs, a petite waist and small breasts. Imagine my surprise when this wasn't the case.
But, where does the wishing end? I weighed in this morning at 126 pounds, and while I always thought I would be in heaven at 126 pounds, this morning, I found myself still cursing my muffin top (a constant reminder of the physical cost of motherhood). Then, I went to Kohl's to take advantage of a coupon, and bought a new outfit (yes, it was from the clearance rack). When I got home and took a couple of pictures to show John, I saw just how tiny I actually am.
My hips are my hips are my hips. They'll always be the widest part of me. But, the problem doesn't lie with my hips, it lies with me. As difficult as it is, we women must fall in love with the figures with which God blessed us. It does us no good to pine for a smaller body, when in reality, a smaller body won't do one darn thing to make you feel better about your actual figure.
Thomas S. Monson said (and I'm paraphrasing) "There's no such thing as an ideal pant size". By all means, continue going to the gym, continue eating conscientiously and continue striving for your ideal weight, but you're fooling yourself (like I did) if you think it's going to magically change your figure or who you are. At 126 pounds I feel the same inside as I did when I was 156. My self-esteem may be a bit higher as I'm a little easier on society's eyes, but in every other way, I am the exact same person.
Don't let what you want to look like, determine who you want to be or how you want to feel about yourself. Until you're happy with the figure that you have, you'll never be content with the number on the scale or on your pants. You simply won't. Take my advice: work out hard at the gym, then come home and work out your self esteem too. Take a moment to embrace those "trouble areas" and accept the fact that: YOU CANNOT ESCAPE YOUR FIGURE. And no, I'm not saying that like it's a bad thing!
Why are we like this? Why is it that the amount of weight lost, while awesome, is never quite good enough? I think there are two reasons. The first being, our sex is one of endless comparisons. We don't often compare our current body with the body we had two years ago, rather, we compare it with the women we see on TV, or the ones ahead of us in line at the doughnut shop who look as though they've never eaten so much as a grain of sugar in their life, let alone a doughnut! And the second reason ties in with the first, it's because we don't realize that our figure is our figure. Regardless of whether we gain or lose 50 pounds, our trouble areas will never not be our trouble areas.
Case in point. For the majority of my post-period life, I've nestled comfortably and uncomfortably on the scale between the low and high 150's (pant size 10 to 12). When I married, I was recovering from an illness which brought me all the way down to the mid 130's and I was ecstatic. But, even as my pants continually fell off my hips, I thought to myself: "You still have a few more pounds to go." Then, my health returned and as the weight piled on quickly, I looked back at those wedding pictures with a sigh in my heart. ("How could I think that I was fat then?! NOW, I'm fat!!!")
With the birth of baby Wyatt last March, I weighed 179 the day of delivery. Almost an entire year later, I've lost nearly 60 pounds (fluctuating from the low to mid 120's).
That weight loss is due entirely to breastfeeding, regular exercise, portion control (helped by a high dose anti-depressant which thoroughly kills my appetite) and finally by having John out of the house these last 7+ months for training.
In my life, I've never even dreamed of weighing so little. I never thought it humanly possible for me to be in the 120's. I always thought that once I was in the 120's I would look as skinny as an actress. Correction, I always thought I would feel as skinny as an actress. But, the truth is: NOBODY CAN ESCAPE THEIR FIGURE!
I want you to say that out loud and let the eternal truth and reality of that statement sink into every fiber of your being. YOU CANNOT ESCAPE YOUR FIGURE. Period. End of discussion. While very skinny and parading about town in pants ranging in size from 2 to 4, I still feel as big as I did when I weighed 155. I cannot escape my figure. What is my figure? I have been either blessed or cursed (depending on who you talk to) with the figure that gains weight all over, for the most part. My trouble spots are my thighs, hips and butt. They were my trouble spots when I was in the 150's and they've remained my trouble spots now in the 120's. If you're like me, and you find yourself often wishing for a smaller number on that scale, repeat to yourself: "I cannot escape my figure". If you're pear shaped, you'll always be pear shaped. If you're shaped like an hourglass, you'll always be shaped like an hourglass. If you're top heavy, you'll always be top heavy. I honestly thought that if my scale ever read 122 while I was on it, I would magically have stick legs, a petite waist and small breasts. Imagine my surprise when this wasn't the case.
But, where does the wishing end? I weighed in this morning at 126 pounds, and while I always thought I would be in heaven at 126 pounds, this morning, I found myself still cursing my muffin top (a constant reminder of the physical cost of motherhood). Then, I went to Kohl's to take advantage of a coupon, and bought a new outfit (yes, it was from the clearance rack). When I got home and took a couple of pictures to show John, I saw just how tiny I actually am.
My hips are my hips are my hips. They'll always be the widest part of me. But, the problem doesn't lie with my hips, it lies with me. As difficult as it is, we women must fall in love with the figures with which God blessed us. It does us no good to pine for a smaller body, when in reality, a smaller body won't do one darn thing to make you feel better about your actual figure.
Thomas S. Monson said (and I'm paraphrasing) "There's no such thing as an ideal pant size". By all means, continue going to the gym, continue eating conscientiously and continue striving for your ideal weight, but you're fooling yourself (like I did) if you think it's going to magically change your figure or who you are. At 126 pounds I feel the same inside as I did when I was 156. My self-esteem may be a bit higher as I'm a little easier on society's eyes, but in every other way, I am the exact same person.
Don't let what you want to look like, determine who you want to be or how you want to feel about yourself. Until you're happy with the figure that you have, you'll never be content with the number on the scale or on your pants. You simply won't. Take my advice: work out hard at the gym, then come home and work out your self esteem too. Take a moment to embrace those "trouble areas" and accept the fact that: YOU CANNOT ESCAPE YOUR FIGURE. And no, I'm not saying that like it's a bad thing!











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