I have been thin basically my entire life, with the exception of my pregnancies and the year after having Bubba. It's mostly genetics. I honestly don't think I will/could ever be "fat". Something that has always bugged me about being a "skinny" person are the comments. Others feel it's fine to comment on my size. Why is it okay for someone to say to me: You're too skinny. Yet, I could never say back to them: You're too fat. Why is it okay for someone to say to me: You're so skinny, I can count your ribs. Yet, I could never say back to them: You're so fat, I can count your rolls. Why is it okay for someone to say to me: You're a twig. Yet, I could never say back to them: You're a whale. Why is it okay for someone to say to me: You're deathly thin. Yet, I could never say back to them: You're morbidly obese. Why is it okay for someone to say to me: You should really eat more. Yet, I could never say back ...
My journey, trying to be an Ironman, while dealing with anxiety, depression, body dysmorphia, self doubt, and life as a single mom with two grown sons, a crazy ass dog, and a handful of cats.