Not Even In Plus Sizes!

I was whining about my weight again.

I used to be a hottie, now I'm middle aged and things have "settled".

I was going on about it and my daughter stopped me in my tracks.

"Mom, you're not hardly fat! You aren't even in plus sizes!!"

OM freaking Goodness!

SCREEEEEEECH!!!!

The child is right.

I've fallen into the fat mentality, not seeing myself as she does, as others do, as God does.

I've been letting the scales rule my life.

I'm still the hottie I was back then, I've just matured and my body has matured with me.

So while I still need to lose some pounds, I need to do it for myself. Not for my past, but for my future.

Because my knees like it when I'm a little lighter. Because I need to exercise and tighten up so it's easier to complete my projects around the house. Because my asthma doesn't act up when I'm following the plan and drinking lots of water. Because my fat ass needs to get busy and DO something.

Oh, yes, I'm on the right track, I can feel that inner donkey going "eeh haw, eeh haw" even as I type.

I can't get side-tracked by the day-to-day temptations.

I'm not even a plus size!

Oh my, it's really a epiphany! Not even a plus size!

Wow.