Nothing Tastes as Good as Skinny Feels

I have joined a fitness challenge group. So for the next 90 days I am supposed (going) to stay on a strict workout plan and continue eating healthy. I already grow most of my veggies and get fresh deliveries from the local farmer's market to my door. My husband jokes that one day he will come home and I will have a cow tied to the front porch. So, all I really must change is adding in the workouts. As I reflected though on what my goal was as opposed to some of the other people's goals in the group. Mine is so small, only 10 pounds. Many of the challengers want to lose over 100 pounds. I don't know how they will do it; I pray they will find the discipline. I don't think I would have the time or the willpower. So, I am grateful for my small battle to tackle and I am extremely grateful that my parents always raised me to feel pretty. I cannot imagine what it would be like to go through life never feeling good about your appearance. Life has so many other stressors and luckily my parents gave me the self-esteem to believe in myself. They always told me how beautiful I was, and even if I wasn't, I still thought I was. From the earliest age I can remember them telling me that all the time. I look back at photos now and know that I was the nerdy kid with glasses who never fit in. But, to my family I was beautiful and that was all I knew. So thanks Mom and Dad because your little girl knows she is beautiful and has great worth. I love you!