Thursday, February 21, 2013
Good morning, world! :)
Yesterday, I turned 27. Craziness. Even crazier? On the 17th I became an aunt! I'm not proud at all. Not even a little. Just kidding. I'm really excited.
It also got me thinking... If my husband and I ever do have kids, I want to make sure I'm living my life in a healthy way and modeling that for them from the moment they come into the world. I'm sort of terrified that in reality, I will work so hard to lose this weight, have a kid, gain weight in the pregnancy and then just give up.
Possibly even worse than that, I'm kind of afraid I'll be one of those people who lose so much weight and then not be able to keep it off without the excuse of pregnancy. I know that this is a lifestyle. It's not that I'm necessarily even on a "diet." I still eat what I want but in moderation. So why do I think I'll not keep it up? Probably because this is how I've lived my life for 26 years. It's what I know. It's what's comfortable.
I'm generally an extremely optimistic person. For some reason, this experience is bringing out the little negativity pants in me.