Are You Pregnant or Just Fat?
Over the weekend I was the bridesmaid for my cousins wedding, I bought a new dress, had my hair and make up done and I was feeling grand.
I was able to see my friends and family from Tassie who were over for the main event and I was excited.
I ran up to my brother after the ceremony finished, it had been at least a year since I’d seen him last… and you know the first thing he said to me? Are you pregnant? Or just a little bit fat?
I should be offended right?
You don’t say that to a girl, do you?
I’m not going to lie, I was offended, initially.
And then I started thinking about it.
In reality I HAD put on a fair chunk of weight.
Christmas 2013 I was as fit as a fiddle, eating and training like an athlete for a 200km ocean rowing race.
Now I’m a barely exercising, still eating ok, but really not putting the effort in to live the life of health I am used to – and put on about 15kg’s.
He knows me, he knows my standards and he had the courage to call me on them!
Now this isn’t a conversation about body size. It’s about my standards.
I’m not fat according to the worlds standards, I’m a size 10, but I am to MY standards.
I jiggle when I walk.
When I put one foot in front of the other I can feel it in my tummy…
Don’t get me wrong, there are benefits to not being fit as a fiddle… like sleeping in on -7 degree days and an actual pair of boobs – yup read it and weep ladies, I bought a 10D bra the other day!
That’s beside the point… I’ve known I’m putting on weight for a while, I’m not exercising as much as I ‘normally’ do, I don’t eat as well as I have been and I am definitely enjoying more wines than I’m used to.
Now all of these things are enjoyable… mmm wine…
But they aren’t me.
I am healthy, I am fit and I am known for it.
Being healthy is one of the highest values, and it has been since my late teens. It’s a standard I hold myself too… which I had let slip.
Who I am, how I feel and what I look like is a personal thing.
It’s not what you think, what society thinks or what my brother thinks… it’s what I think.
I had dropped my standards, and I knew it.
The excuses are endless. I’m running a business so I don’t have a lot of time. I travel almost weekly so I can’t go to the gym regularly. It’s really not that bad, I can still ride and fit into my jeans (tightly). I’ll get fit soon, I know how to do it… I just have to prioritise it… The list goes on and one.
There is no soon. There is no ‘when the time is right’. There is only a decision, only now. I knew it, I just wasn’t willing to admit it. I had to want it… to set the goal and make it happen.
I’m pretty good at making things happen when I want them. I just didn’t want it bad enough… I needed to want it, I needed a motivator… Seeing my flabby arms in a photo is not enough of a motivator.
Then the motivator hit me.
I realised that I was being average, letting myself settle for being ‘ok’ not exceptional.
Now don’t get me wrong; I’m not saying you have to have a six pack or a body fat percentage of XYZ, every woman is her own person and has her own standards.
I don’t want to be an athlete, but I do want to be strong, I love being fit and healthy, pushing myself and getting results.
What I AM saying is when I wake up in the morning and look at myself in the mirror with anything less than absolute love for the vehicle I am travelling through life in, I have a problem. When I’m not nourishing my body I have a problem.
This is about me, no one else. I’m grateful that so many others think I look great, and they tell me so.
But it’s not about them.
It’s not about my fabulous man who thinks I’m beautiful no matter what.
It’s not about what you think of me.
It’s not how I stack up to societies standards.
It’s about me. My health. My happiness. My standards.
And that’s what it’s all about, are you happy with you? Do you know you are doing your best? If your answer is no and you aren’t happy with that then it’s up to you to make a change.
I’ll miss the sleep in’s and my beautiful big boobs, but those are small sacrifices for living a healthy, happy life to my standards.
Thanks bro for having the courage to say something to me and hold me to my standards! I love you for that.
Peace out 10D’s – epic life I’m coming at ya!
Be courageous… Lauren
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