It's so funny how much we worry about body image. I had at least three conversations last week about weight, attire and sizes, yet in the grand scheme of world it's such a minut detail. We have several ladies at school doing Weight Watchers, and I will probably join them (in the online version, I don't need quite that much accountability) but WW wants me to be at 149, and I just think that is too thin. I just don't want to be all skin and bones, I want to look good, feel good and rock the best size and look for me.
This is such a change from where I have wanted to be in the past, this idea that I have to be stick thin, without boobs or a tush, neither of which is ever going to happen. It's so strange that once we lose weight or get more trim or lean, we still want more. Thinner, healthier, leaner, why aren't we ever just happy with the progress we have made?