OK, I know you already know that, but hear me out. Because for all of the acceptance I’ve come to experience in terms of my own body confidence, I am pregnant and therefore, gaining weight. This is fine — it’s what should be happening, and what I am totally grateful for … believe me, I know how lucky I am to be in this position right now!
But I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t hard some days. See, it seems like everyone I know right now (in real life and the blogosphere) is on an intense weight-loss mission. Maybe it’s summer coming … who knows. They’re dieting and/or ramping up their exercise. They are doing awesome and I’m completely proud of their hard work and efforts — their commitment is infectious.
I think my inner resistance musclehas been completely shut off the past few months, replaced by the “I-want-it-now-monster.”
What’s funny is how OK with this I am!
Case in point: my mom, knowing I had had a terrible day last week, sent me a surprise care package with one of my absolute favorite treats in the world: mini black and white cookies from a bakery near her office on Long Island.
Black-and-whites, like bagels and pizza, scream HOME to me (new readers: I’m originally from northern NJ and am very much a NJ food snob!) So when I opened up the box at work Thursday and just swooned, staring into the depths of NJ/NY yumminess and wanting to GET.IN.MY.BELLY, STAT. Continue reading “Resistance Muscle? HA!“→