My wieght has become a topic of debate lately.
Specifically, I get yelled at for referring to myself as chubby.
Let's be clear here: I weigh about 145 pounds. That's down ten from my all-time high this past spring, but still almost 20 from my pre-Kansas weight of 117.
I'd like to lose another ten pounds. But I'm not obsessed with it. Hell, I'm not even working at it at the moment. I had pizza and Mt Dew for lunch.
When I was skinny, it was effortless. I ate a junk food diet and never exercised. Once I gained, I discovered that eating right and working my butt off only got me so far. Probably why I wimped out of that routine.
But y'know what? I've NEVER been so comfortable with my body as I am now. I'm guessing it's because I've grown up a lot in the time that I was also filling out. I appreciate my own beauty, extra baggage or no. I still intend to lose these extra ten pounds and fit back into some of my skinnier clothes, but until then...I'm rocking what I've got.
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