There’s a lot out there these days about size acceptance, which is a concept I wholeheartedly embrace.  So why am I seemingly so obsessed with my size lately?  I’ve been thinking about this today and I finally came to a conclusion…size acceptance has to begin with myself.  And right now, I do not accept my size.  Not because I feel this need to be skinny, but because I need to be healthy for my children.  To set a good example, to be able to do things with them, and to be here when they’re grown.  If I could be healthy at my previous size, I’d be happy to stay there.

But I wasn’t healthy.  I won’t go into all of the things that made me realize I was kidding myself about my true health, but let’s just say there were plenty of problems I was ignoring.  Some of them are improved now.  Some aren’t.  But overall my health has improved.

And yes, I’m down three (3!!!) sizes.  And that’s awesome.  To walk into a “normal” store and know I can buy clothes there.  But it’s just as fine to be the size I was before, as long as I am happy with that.  That is truly where size acceptance begins.