Baby Phat

Bella has left me chubby. And that's okay, that's what babies do. This particular baby has left me chubbier than the rest. No it's not her fault, it's mine. Will I get it off? I don't know. I did with the other ones, but I wasn't over the dreaded 35. I can't stress about it, it's not even the point of this post.

Being this weight reminds me of my teenage years. I weighed what I weigh now, back then. I wish I had a pic to scan. Overweight, big glasses, and frizzy hair. Needless to say my self confidence was not up to par. All of my friends were beautiful. They all had boyfriends-not me. They all had prom dates-I had to bring my friends brother. They could all share clothes-not me. They wore bikini's, I wore a one piece and shorts over it.

I was overweight due to bad eating/drinking habits. I want better for my kids. I monitor what they eat. I don't let them eat after dinner unless we are having a 'family dessert'. I pack their lunch boxes with fresh fruit and raw veggies (with ranch dressing-I'm not that bad!) I don't keep junk in the house. My kids have parents that were once and still have the potential to be overweight. I can't ignore their genetic make up. I don't deprive them of anything, but I don't keep it all in arms reach either. It's hard enough to be a kid in this world. If I can avoid certain things that I know can bring down their self confidence, I will. Plus giving your children healthy eating habits is a good thing. I don't want them to have to feel like I did many times growing up.

P.S.- no worries about my not so glamorous teen years. I always say I am very happy that I am a beautiful woman, rather than a beautiful teen. I'll be a woman a lot longer than those awkward teen years that are long gone!