So I have been working out, doing cardio, and eating a paleo-centric no-processed-carb diet for about a year now. I have lost 15 pounds and gone down a pants size (in some brands, two). My shoulders are broader, my waist is smaller, my arms are toned, my butt is "looking good different" (per the boy), and if I lean waaaay back in the right light, I can see a sixpack. Plus my very nice trainer says I am very strong and is happy about my progress, which is so cool.
However, I was intensely dissatisfied with my body. Why did I still have a bit of tummy bulge? Why was I not perfectly cut on my inner thighs? Why was I not a tall, thin, 20-year-old French waif? I was staring at my reflection in a full-body mirror two times a week, and all I could see was flaws.
Well, here's the deal. I am who I am. French waifdom is beyond my grasp. I am not built that way, and that's just the way it is, c'est la vie. And while I COULD be very scary cut and get rid of my tummy, it would be extremely difficult and involve eating almost nothing (although how I can eat less than I do now, I really do not know). Even if I tried, you unfortunately can't control where you lose weight when you lose it; it's likely that my tummy would be the last to go while I lost all the fullness in my face and neck, which at least in my opinion is not a great look for a woman of my age, and it would be bye-bye B-cup. So. Is it worth it? IT IS NOT.
So. If I'm not willing to make these crazy sacrifices, I should really learn to love myself and shut the F up about the little bits that don't measure up to my idea of wonderful.
NOTE! I am not posting this to be told how wonderful I look. I know I look wonderful. (Although my posture could be better.) Just sharing that if you won't walk it, don't talk it. Learn to love it. Life is too short to always be picking on things you can't control.