At eight months pregnant, I’ve got a lot of things on my mind. We haven’t completely finished setting up the nursery; our hospital bags aren’t fully packed; the car seat will need to be installed; the last few items need to be picked up. D’ya know what’s not on my mind? Getting my body back… Continue reading go away, weight loss ads
Over the years, I’ve treated my body poorly – like an abusive partner, really. Demeaning. Degrading. Withholding and then asking for more and more and more.
In the past, I’ve thrown in the towel on what I had called a “weight loss journey” because my goal didn’t make sense: I didn’t really want to lose weight, I wanted to change my body composition and look better. But when we’re comparing our progress against the wrong criteria, we can’t be successful.