Sometimes, I look in the mirror and I can’t believe that this body is mine. Once upon a time, my skin was smooth and tight, I never appreciated my thin figure back then, then again, back then I don’t think I really appreciated very much.

I don’t want to be super skinny, I just want to feel good about myself. Lately, I have been feeling good about myself but these past few days I have eaten just terribly, I can feel the difference just walking through my house. My gut feels heavy. I hate it when my gut feels heavy.

I could blame the holidays but if I’m honest, I have to blame myself.

I love loving the way I look. Yet, I continue to eat. I continue to not exercise. I wonder why I do this to myself. Because food tastes so good?

Sometimes, I am my own worst enemy.

I walk through my house and I shudder at the clutter. Piles of “things” surround me. School papers, print order receipts, work, cards, to-do lists half completed, piles of clothes that no longer fit. I picture clean walls and bare shelves holding baskets with a single item in them. Simple colors.

I crave simplicity.

Yet.

I continue to desire. Buy. Ask. Acquire.

Thinking with each thing that it’s going to make myself feel better about my surroundings. Mostly it does just the opposite.

I’m fighting against myself.

I never have enough time for games with my family.

Movies with my husband.

Cleaning the house.

Cleaning the house.

Cleaning the house.

Cuddles in bed, rubbing my daughter’s legs to help her fall asleep. Listening to Noah share his insights on life. Watching Eli grow up faster than we prepared ourselves for.

I would have more time if I turned it all off.

My blog.

Twitter.

Facebook.

Email.

Turn those things off and focused even more on LIVING.

Yet, I continue because it’s the way of the world, it’s my hobby, it’s what I enjoy.

I admit this and feel immature at my choices. Afraid of one day regretting these decisions.

I know better, yet.

Here I am. Fighting against myself.

I am human. I seek balance. I want it all.

I am human.

(so I turn it all off and spend my time maintaining a perfect home wearing size 8 jeans? Is this the happiness I am seeking?)

I am fine the way I am and I believe it.

And you’re fine, too.

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