Wednesday, December 7, 2011

My thirtysix and a half year old body

It's taken just about two and a half years, but as of Monday, I finally hit a goal I set for myself.  My goal was to be at such a weight that no BMI calculator, scale or body chart could call me names like: overweight, obese or just plain fat.

I stepped off the scale and sized up my not-considered-fat self in the mirror. It's been close to ten years since I'd seen those numbers.  I stood up a little taller and started to compare my 36 year old body to my 26 year old body.

I'm the healthiest I have been in my entire adult life.  My stomach is no longer flat and hard, but then again, neither is my heart.  My legs are strong enough to press 300lbs, but my resolve seems to be even stronger. My skinny jeans fit, but more importantly, I am comfortable in my own skin. And as for the laugh lines that tend to linger after my smile has faded, well, I'll keep those because I've earned them.

My 36 year old body may never see a bikini again. Her mini-skirts are no so mini. And things still jiggle in places that make her feel weird. But do you know what my 36 year old body is going to tell my 26 year old body?  Eat your heart out.


  1. I am so proud of you! I'm pretty sure the scale still says I'm overweight, obese ect via bmi. But that mainly has to do with how damn short I am. Those calculators aren't friendly to shortness. I would also like to say that I am so much happier in my own skin after having a baby. Not sure what my swimsuit will look like this year, and well heck I didn't wear skirts ever anyway, however I just like my body more. I appreciate what it is capable of and who cares if some parts of it aren't perfect. Way to go!

  2. Rock on sister! Congratulations! It is not easy getting to that place...both physically and mentally. You rule. Xoxoxo

  3. Thanks friends. Love you both. NH