I am thankful for my body. It has been "pleasingly plump" for a few years, and it has given 4 fetuses a healthy place to grow inside, and for 4 babies, it has given them lots of rich sweet milk to grow upon. For my last child, that milk helped her weather 6 months of chemotherapy. During that entire time, her blood counts never dropped. If you were to read her immune reports, you would never guess that Vincristine and Dactinomycin were coursing through her veins. Perhaps it is coincidence. Or maybe, it was the mommy milk.
In any case, on my journey of weight loss, I salute and honor my own body. It gave gifts to my husband, it gave gifts to my children.
Now, there is no need for the extra weight. I can let the pounds go freely; they will not be missed. They served their purpose. But now, the need for a sleeker body, a body full of energy, that is not carrying around excess fat stores, is what is current. A body that can run, that can fly.
I let go of the weight we no longer need.
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It's amazing to me how growing and feeding kids with my body made me appreciate it so much more than I ever did. No, it's not perfect (at all!). No, it's not what it used to be. But it did a good job and has served me and my family quite well.
And isn't breast milk awesome?!? My son never had an ear infection - ever - and I'm convinced it's the breastfeeding he did for ages, because he has allergies (hay fever) now. I'm sure it would have been worse if he didn't breastfeed.
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