Two, Four, Six, Eight...

who do we appreciate??...blah blah blah. No. This is not part of a sweaty gym cheer routine. Instead, this is an all out rant on my ever growing self. I am a growing girl indeed.

Today I decided to tackle my bedroom closet since it has been bursting at the seams with clothes, junk, shoes, kids' miscellaneous projects and papers, and a whole lot of other crap. Let me start by telling you that I got rid of four bags of stuff in this cleanout and I feel quite accomplished with that. However, what I did not like was the array of sizes in my closet and the fact that the size that now fits me is the biggest size in my closet. I just seem to be expanding. Now, I am all about being a real woman...I truly despise the bony shoulders and the sunken rib cage. That repulses me. On the flip side, I also despise the muffin top and the flappy arms. Why has it suddenly become so hard to maintain a steady weight?

When I was 17, a size 2 was no problem. I had no hips, tiny boobs, a flat stomach, and rockin legs if I may say so myself because I walked or ran five miles every day. When I was in college, I put on the freshman 15 with all the beer guzzling I did, but I still managed to stay a size 4 and was quite content with that. Then I graduated into the real world, kept drinking a lot of beer and now had money to buy pizzas and wings, so I went up to a six. Fine, no problem. I will be a six forever. Then I got married and settled into a couch potato routine with my better half. Love is great, but I hate eight....and an eight I then was. And then, cue the drum roll, I decided to have kids, and decided to have them two at a time no less, and well, with that, and with now 6 years of parenting and grilled cheeses and chicken nuggets and mac and cheese and little motivation to get off my ass when I actually do have free time, I am now embracing the double digit size ten.

I am attempting to start climbing back down the ladder, but as I now know, it gets harder to take off as the years keep adding up. I never believed that when I was 17. Wish I had listened!

So, for now, I am learning to embrace the ten....until I have to get into a bathing suit and then you will hear me screaming profanities all while trying to remain calm and zenlike. Then in my anger, I will go get a coke and fries....damn dirve thrus, they are not helping my cause.

Love yourself and all that it has to offer!