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Today, I cried on the Amtrak.... and then throughout the day and right now as I make this post (after two Tito's and soda w/lime-not that my drink of choice has anything to do with this post.  But for real, it is a winner and probably the only positive part of this story). It started off as an amazing day. We got to the train station to board for our very first train excursiom after Benjamin randomly asked me this week if we could go ride the train. In true Benjamin fashion, he instantly befriended the almost 2 year old girl across the aisle from us.  So, they had been playing together for about 2 hours when her dad decided it was time for her to take a nap.  Y'all, she threw a fit! We all know the type - screaming, fighting, pushing you away, etc.  He was so calm with her (calmer than I would have been probably), and even moved to the middle of the train where no one was sitting to lessen what everyone around him could hear with her fuss.   She put up ...

Body image issues: we can only see the amount of detail from where we are standing.

So, let's talk about the women I've been comparing myself to the last few days.  I'm on vacation in Orange Beach, AL the weekend after the 4th of July (weird holiday when it is on a Wednesday, by the way), so as you can predict, all I have seen the last two days are women in their swimsuits.  There are tall ones, short ones, skinny ones, fat ones, old ones - you get the idea.   But why do I feel so compelled to compare myself to them?  I've lost 30 pounds in the last five months. I should be rejoicing this body that I've recently acquired not still being self conscious and comparing myself to other women.  I'm still working by the way- exercise and eating Paleo if you wonder how I've done it. Anyways, earlier at the beach I saw this woman, probably mid-20s, and all I could notice was how her tummy didn't look like mine - you know, she didn't have stretch marks.  She was with two younger children and all I could think was how on earth did she hav...