Wishin' and Hopin'

I wish I was the size I was in high school...when I thought I was so fat but really wasn't.

I wish I had run track in high school even though I'm never going to be an olympic runner...ever.

I wish sweets weren't my downfall.

I wish I didn't like beer and wine so much. No wait, scratch that. That's a big fat lie!

I wish I could wear skinny jeans without having to wear a long shirt to cover my stomach and hips.

I wish my thighs didn't rub together when I walk.

I wish I looked halfway decent in a bathing suit.

I wish the skinniest part of my body wasn't my wrist.

I wish I had magic powers to make myself a healthy size so I didn't struggle with dieting.

And enough with the pity party. I look the way I am today because I let myself get to this point. I'm tired of looking in the mirror and wishing that I had done things differently a long time ago. I didn't...so I need to move on. I don't need to wish anymore. Instead I have hope. Hope that someday my son (and future kids) will look at me as a role model because I changed my lifestyle. Hope that eventually I'll hit my goal weight. And hope that one day I inspire someone to change their lifestyle, too.

And now I'm gonna take my big butt and hit the pavement and get my 2 miles in. Laters, baby!

**Did anyone catch that reference? I read 50 Shades over 5 months ago and I still can't get it out of my head!!!