Are You Already Awesome?

Historically, I really don’t like New Year’s Eve. First, you have all these expectations about what a fan-ferkin-tastic time you’re supposed to have and never, ever live up to them (and hearing “Auld Lang Syne” makes me want to cry and I don’t even know why).

And secondly, you get all melancholy thinking about resolutions, which really just boil down to a) how to get the stuff you don’t have and think you should by now, b) things you think you should change about yourself and the biggest one, c) how much of a fat arse you think you are.

So, to get in front of all that, I thought I’d post an excerpt from an article I wrote once upon a time about body image. Read this before you wake up hung over on New Year’s Day. It might save you a ton on therapy and diet programs.

I've been absolutely starved for inspiration since the New Year. What do you write about when everyone is on a diet and every magazine is littered with bold headlines with the likes of, “The Wheatgrass Mold Diet!” and “Drink Your Own Urine to Lose 10 Pounds!” My favorite foodie websites feature nothing but lightened-up recipes and salads. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good salad but who wants to eat cold greens when it’s freezing outside?  Cuddling up by the fire with a bowl of frisée just isn’t hitting it for me.
Everyone around me is on a diet and, by today’s standards, I suppose I should be too. I’m overweight, I can’t fit into any of the clothes I wore before I had kids, sometimes I knock things over with my butt, when I have to bend over for something I always give a quick scan to see if there’s anything else in reach I can grab while I’m down there, blah, blah, blah.
By every modern standard of measure, I should hate my body (and myself) but I don’t. Actually, I’m kinda proud of my body. I’m healthy – the doctor even said so.  At my last physical, her exact words were, “Mrs. Rivers, if you don’t mind me saying so, you’re the healthiest 230 pound women I’ve ever seen.”  My cholesterol is good, my blood pressure is good, my heart is strong and all my other important stats are spot-on where they should be. I’m tall, flexible, strong, have good reflexes, have good skin and don’t have any bizarre glandular or facial hair issues.
My body has done everything I’ve ever asked it to do. It makes love to my husband, who, bless his soul, still responds to it eagerly. It carried my babies and kept them nourished and healthy and then endured the miracle of their births. It cooks, cleans, plays, swims, runs errands and throws a baseball.  I still feel pretty when I get dolled up and every now and then, I even get flirted with.
I’ll continue to do the best for my body and my family’s nutritional health by choosing not to fry foods often, buying whole wheat pastas and breads, keeping fruit and nuts on hand rather than cookies and chips and insisting that every meal be served with a green vegetable. I’ll safeguard our health in the ways that I can but I won’t be a slave to today’s standards of beauty and I won’t raise my children to judge themselves or others against them. I’ll encourage active lifestyles and activities and teach healthy eating habits but I will not eat salad in February!

Right after this was published I got to thinking… I've been on a diet my entire life. My parents had me enrolled in Weight Watchers when I was in the second grade. And for what? What has 30+ years of dieting done for me? I still look like I always have. Maybe this is what me is supposed to be like. So, what if I just stopped worrying about it?

And that’s exactly what I did.

That was five years ago. And do you know I haven’t gained a pound since? Actually, according to my doctor’s office, I’m 18 pounds lighter (I wouldn't have known because I threw out the scale).

The moral of the story? Maybe it’s a good time to start accepting yourself the way you are. Maybe you’re already really awesome.

I think you probably are.


  1. You are awesome for writing that post. Thanks so much for sharing it again. I am new to you so I truly appreciate it as I feel about exactly pretty much the same. You? Rock.

  2. Thank you!!! This is especially helpful for me right now since I am 38 weeks pregnant and feel like a big blob. I know some of the weight will come off, but I gained 40+ lbs during this pregnancy, and it makes me feel like crap when I hear of people getting back into their jeans 2 weeks after they have a baby, and it took me a good 4 months atleast after my first child. I will read this every day... I just loved it!!

  3. I love it!!!! 'Bout time!!!

  4. Bless your sweet heart! I enjoyed reading this!

  5. I came to that conclusion some 25 yrs ago, and finely became happy with my life.My mom started me down the dieting road to self loathing when i was 10 yrs old with the then brand new Atkins diet.After 20yrs of yoyo-ing I took back my life.Thank you for your courage to put it in print.

  6. I've been having the same experience after a LIFETIME of dieting..since I started treating food as "creative" and enjoying what I eat...I've been slowly losing weight...who knew????


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