#FitAndFat

Fit and Fat. That is my new goal in life. I have long since come to terms with the idea and perception of “fat.” I am fat. I have a fat body. I seriously doubt that will ever really change. I will ever be a size 2. I will never not be “fat.”

What I am allowed to choose is how I feel about that. And frankly, I don’t really care about the term. I don’t care what connotation you have put behind it, or the way society has built it. If I fit into the word fat, then I do.

I love my body. It’s kind of awesome. It heals me, protects me, and looks pretty badass. It treats me like a princess. I in return treat it like crap. And then I feel like crap. This is what I don’t like. Feeling like crap.

So in the past few months, with the encouragement of some girlfriends, I have been changing this. Eating better so my body feels good. Exercising so my body feels good. Not so I can look a certain way or be a certain size, but because my body is a damn temple and I need to send it all the goodness I can so I can feel good in return. Now if I get down to a better weight and size, awesome. But I never want to that to be the main drive.

I am excited for my journey. To be fit and fat. To feel better and to live better.