Lately I haven’t kvetched much about my weight.

That’s mainly because I’ve been trying to get to a healthier place about my self image; a more accepting place. I’ve been pretty successful. I feel good about myself, I’m not beating myself up about my weight anymore.

It’s just felt really good.

Well. I made the mistake of hopping on the scale earlier this week. I hadn’t done that in weeks. I’ve gained almost 20 pounds! While I want to accept myself the way I am, I was apparently under the misguided assumption that I would plateau where I was and that was that. Not so.

I’ve upped my water intake and, while not restricting myself, am not just eating willy nilly anymore. I’ve lost a few pounds already, but I really don’t want to get back to that place I was before. I don’t want to feel so awful about myself anymore. I’m going to need to be careful. Honestly, just getting rid of what I’ve gained will be fine – I can’t keep growing out of my clothes!

And I am really all about fat acceptance, I totally agree that society has it’s collective head up it’s ass about health and body size. I know I can be healthy yet carry more weight than the average person. But I also know I’ve not been that great about getting exercise lately, which is a biggie for me. I think if I just got a good mile walk in each day I’d have no problem health wise. And yeah, I like my carbs. I refuse to go on some crazy restrictive diet. Water and exercise are really key for me.