It seems I'm never satisfied. 

I was fat once; and I wanted to be skinny.

I got skinny, and wanted to have curves.  I think most women are like that.  It's not just about our weight, either.  We can be unsatisfied with our hair (we have straight and want curly, we have short and want long), our faces, our eyes....all kinds of things.

Now though, I think I might have reached a place where I'm content.  With my weight, at least.

In the past 2 years, I've worn everything from a size 3 to a size 12, and I have clothes galore to show the progress.  I also went from a 34B to 36 DD and I have a drawer full of bra's to prove that too.

I couldn't seem to maintain a healthy weight. First I was too fat ( 160 and a size 12 for my little frame is pretty big), then I was too skinny (108 and a size 3 - I could actually wear my 12 year old daughter's jeans with ease). 

I got weighed this morning.  I gained 5lbs since the last time, and that extra weight has gone right to my boobs.  I got my C/D cup back (my husband is probably cheering as he reads this - yes, babe, they're HUGE compared to what they were when you left!) to balance out my junk-in-the-trunk rear end.  I'm at 135 and a size 9. 

I'm eating properly.  I'm eating breakfast, something I haven't done when since I was a teenager.  I'm making time for lunch, and I'm eating dinner at a sensible time.  No more eating supper at 9 and snacking all day; I'm trying to be healthy.  I'm weeding out processed sugars and flours, I'm buying organic fruits and vegetables. 

I'm just trying to be the healthiest me I can be.  Well rounded physically, emotionally, spiritually, mentally. The physical, spiritual and emotional aspects are well on the mend...now I just have to get a handle on the mental! (and that was a tongue-in-cheek comment)

Oh, and if anyone wants some clothes, let me know.  I have some going spare...!