A Thank You to my Fat....

I would just like to take a minute to give a shout out and thank you to my fat. I was thinking about how much I love the after exercise feeling and that if I was never fat I would never have enjoyed that so much. Gaining weight during pregnancy and then never losing it has opened my eyes to so many new things. If I never gained the weight then I would never have started working out, which then I probably would never wanted to challenge myself to doing a triathlon, and I wouldn't be trying to fill my days with active activities with the family.

On Monday in between study breaks, Andy came home and told me I could go and exercise. I was about to go and then I told him that we should all go together. We headed down the .53 of a mile road to the walking park on the lake. It was so beautiful and we were together doing something to benefit our health. Andy is currently training for a marathon so he of course did double the work at double the speed, but still it was so much fun.

So yeah, it got me thinking that in some weird way I should be grateful for my fat, although it has caused me more heartache than joy, I am trying to be optimistic.