I know the blog has been a bit scarce lately. I’ve religiously delivered my Wordless Wednesday and maybe an occasional post of how my kids made me laugh so hard that I almost peed my pants. However, I’ve been slacking. Maybe slacking is not the best choice of words because I personally feel like it’s a little more like hiding. This blog was my space for sharing my life, my thoughts, and whatever was going on in my head.
Over the past month or so I’ve been on a new journey which started with me saying goodbye to my beloved Goldfish and wine combo. I have immersed myself into a different lifestyle. A lifestyle of clean eating and more fitness. While I have always been into health and fitness this is a whole new level for me. I gave up processed foods (yes, I cheat occasionally). However, for the most part, I have tossed the processed food and increased my exercise and I’m trying to be more healthy (moderate wine intake for sanity, of course).
My reason for not sharing my journey is that I feel defensive about it. I’m thin. I’ve always been thin aside from my three pregnancies. I had good pregnancies where I didn’t gain 60lbs. I have always had a healthy BMI. Whenever I mention that I went for a great run or I don’t want to eat this or that I get ridiculed.
“Your skinny ass needs to eat a cheeseburger.” (note, I do eat cheeseburgers, just now without the bun)
“You’re a twig.”
“You don’t need to run.”
“So, how much weight do you lose? You don’t need to lose weight.”
Sure I shrug it off, I even laugh along with them but then I feel like an outcast. I don’t exercise to be “skinny.” I exercised to be healthy. I exercise because it clears my head. I don’t get on a scale and weigh myself. It’s all about how I feel. (See. I feel like I’m defending myself again)
I have this constant need to defend myself for trying to live a healthy lifestyle. I’m kind of sick of it.
The “you don’t need” to do this or that…it’s discouraging. As far as clean eating goes, I have read way too much to go back. Do you know the crap they put in food!? It’s disgusting. Just give me a shot glass of formaldehyde and be done with it. One of the benefits of my clean eating…dermatitis is gone. Two weeks and it’s completely gone.
I’m going to share my journey here. You can “skinny bitch” me all you want, but I’m not going to get discouraged anymore. I’ll be smiling when I look in the mirror at the mom of three with the rocking abs. I’m not going to hide. It’s stuff I’m interested in and it makes me happy.
My friend Tera at Girl Gone Healthy posted this the other day. I LOVE IT!!