OH there is FREEDOM in the fluff!

I have come to terms with the fact that I will never have abs. Never. It’s quite possible that my body is not capable of it, but I don’t actually know (and truthfully, I don’t actually care).

I may never know if it’s in the realm of possibility, because it’s never really been a priority for me. Not enough to determine that I have done everything possible and still not have abs. There have been times when I’ve been doing a strenuous workout program and thought, “It’ll be so great when my abs show up!” Then I eat pizza on Friday, because that’s what we do. And I eat cake at a birthday party, because that’s kind of one of my life rules. Then I eat clean for several days again. Then comes Friday again, and I just don’t feel the need to pass on the pizza.

Fitness is not really an issue. I have worked out HARD for good lengths of time. I work out moderately on a regular basis. I hit slumps where I may be doing 3 days a week, but I still workout regularly. I did Insanity Max:30 for the entire 2 months for goodness’ sake (minus the last few days because my appendix decided that it needed to come out). Still… no abs. 

The other day I saw the best quote from Sophia Loren that said. “I’d much rather eat pasta and drink wine than be a size zero.” Yes! Some people can even eat pizza, drink wine, have their cake, and still be a size zero. Not this momma. And this momma enjoys pizza parties with my family on Friday nights and an occasional glass of wine. 

They say abs are made in the kitchen. Well it’s not really just about the abs, but overall health in general. I truly believe that it’s important to eat clean at least 80% of the time. What’s not healthy? Obsessing over eating pizza on Fridays. I’m simply not doing it.

So I am embracing my fluff. Because you know what? I have birthed 2 beautiful children. I have battled a disabling disease. I have been all too familiar with cellulite since I was too young to even know what it was. I have starved myself. I’ve been afraid to eat anything with fat in it. And by the grace of God, I have overcome. I have even been blessed a husband who, thankfully, does not find abs on women attractive. Coincidence? I don’t think so. I think God made him just the way he is for a reason. 

My goal, my mission, is to be strong and healthy. That looks different on everyone. Some women’s strong and healthy results in looking like a bikini model. Some women’s strong and healthy is still considered “plus size,” even though they eat totally healthy and workout regularly. Mine? It’s strong with a little bit of fluff. I’ll take that over being weak and pizza deprived any day.