For those who don't know...I haven't always been overweight. It has been an "inner Summer" vs. "outer Summer" battle since I gave birth to Dylan in 2004. I have a "skinny girl" conscious because until kids...I WAS SKINNY! I don't see that fat girl everyone else sees...until I see a picture. I am tried of being plus size...splitting my pants (oh yeah...twice now), and just having an unbearable amount of weight (198 lbs./size 16) to lug around. I have many other friends that have this same struggle...it's like a plague that hits between 50-70% of moms. A small price to pay for the blessing we receive, but a huge price to pay on a person mentally and emotionally.
I have the pleasure of having a friend with big dreams...she is going to join the military and take care of her family. A dream of mine....until narcolepsy happened, but I admire her strength and passion to better herself. She happens to have the same mommy weight problem I have, which she must overcome to achieve her goal. I honestly was concerned about my own personal ability to handle a situation where I am watching someone obtain a goal that I am so passionate about but will never achieve. Knowing I will never again serve in the military is still a fresh wound and dagger in my heart. My friend and I began our journey last night, both with similar weight goals...and I honestly feel called by GOD to help her achieve her goal and in return I believe I will feel a sense of healing in my own situation. I am counting on GOD to help motivate me and in turn I can pass that on to her.
Bring it....I am worth taking care of me!
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