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| {A walk with my sister & boys this summer} |
So I've gained some weight since my bout of anxiety & depression last fall & winter. About 20-30 pounds, depending on the day and which scale I step onto. (The one downstairs is far kinder.) And as much as I hate it, I am feeling so much better anxiety-wise, that it's worth it. After months of not having any appetite, craving something feels like a luxury. And my sweet husband? He doesn't see it. Neither do my kids.
I am currently trying to extend myself grace like I do my girlfriends, loving my body for its ability to produce and care for my children. And my husband. And my house. Not judging it based on its shape, but rather its functionality.
It's not easy, but I'm working on it.