It has happened, I stood in front of the mirror the other day, getting ready, going to bed, I don't know exactly in what direction I was headed....but finally for the first time in my life I stood in front of my mirror - full length - and actually liked what I saw.
I will admit, I am no super model (far from it really), Sport Illustrated will not be contacting me to do their next swimsuit edition...but I'm ok with that.
I stood in front of the mirror and smiled. I saw a strong woman, a wife, a mother. I saw someone who has worked hard, played hard, laughed hard. A successful woman who is where she is (or isn't) today because of the work she has done.
But not only am I happy with the woman I have become inside, but I am also happy with the woman I am outside.
My body has its flaws, pockets of fat, a little excess (or in some spots a lot :)
I am not at my thinnest (although surprisingly not far from it) I am definitely not at my most fit...but I am happy.
I see room for improvement, and gladly accept the fact that my diet could use some...lets just say upgrades (no more ice cream lunches...ahem). I will continue to try to improve my condition, but I will not obsess, and I will not compare.
For the first time in my (adult) life I am content with my body. I am not obsessively dieting, not counting calories, restricting myself horribly, trying to fast or feast.
I've had my weight issues, gained A LOT during college, lost a lot after college, gained A TON when I got pregnant, lost it again, gained it again, lost it agian...its exhausting to type it all out!! Funny thing is I don't care about it anymore, as long as I am healthy, as long as I can play with my boys and not get exhausted, as long as I don't once again need to buy a new wardrobe.
So tonight I am smiling (my hair is a mess, my makeup is gone, my clothes a little frumpy) but for the first time in my life...