A couple days ago I was cleaning out my closet. I came across the teeniest, tiniest pair of extra small shorts in the back of my closet. Five years ago these shorts were the perfect fit. Today I could probably get the entire pair over one thigh and no, I refused to try it. For a minute my heart dropped. I felt a rush of emotions.
Then a little twinge of pride came over me.
Yes I said pride. I am so much healthier than I was when I would squeeze into those tiny shorts. I was hungry on a 24/7 basis, cranky, and just about the most boring person ever. Even back when I was tiny, I was self-conscious. I hated my body. I would never wear a bikini. I didn’t like me.
My struggle with nutrition and weight loss is a bit different than most. I lost all the weight I ever wanted and then some and I was miserable. I gained it all back and was miserable.
What I wasn’t getting was my weight wasn’t the problem. No diet or smallest size possible was going to make me learn to like myself. Tweet it! I am a whole lot happier with only a thigh cramming into teeny tiny shorts than I ever was when they were loose on my hips.
Happiness doesn’t always come in a size extra small. I have the shorts to prove it.