Before I went to bed last night, I stepped on the scale.
I was up 6lbs from my pre-dinner weight thanks to my immortal enemy, RICE.
Yes, folks, I did the unthinkable.
The "oh hell no you didn't" thing that so many of us women do
- some with guilt and others without —
I ate a carb.
I ate MANY a carb.
I ate as many carbs as makes up 40 sushi rolls (some tempura-friend) and two (tempura shrimp stuffed, of course) sushi burritos.
It was AH-mazing.
BUT how I felt about myself after scale-stepping before bed was far from that.
But not just that…
I laid in bed and put my hand on my stomach, thinking,
"Look what you did. You made this thing all large and prominent. Why did you do that???"
And then I answered me,
very matter of factly,
and reminded myself why --
because food is fuel;
because food is meant to be enjoyed;
because good food makes for a good time;
because good times make me happy;
because sushi is a gift from the gods;
because I eat healthy-ish most of the time;
because food isn't meant to be stressed over;
because food, when enjoyed with others, brings people together;
because how much I weigh doesn't matter;
because how much I value myself does;
I deserve to eat food I enjoy whenever I damn well please
--and so do you.
Even if it's
smothered in melted cheese and garlic aioli,
or packed full of grilled-to-perfection fat.
Because life as a woman isn't about having the perfect body and eating only the 'right' foods.
No. Not at all.
Life as a woman is about knowing for damn certain that you've got to love, feed, and treat with respect the body you've got and however that beautiful b*tch changes over the years.
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