Run With The Fishes

Right out of the gate with a bang! This is pretty hard. Hate is such a strong word. I like to think if there were something I actually hated about myself, that I would try to change it immediately. In general, I’m pretty happy with myself. There are things I wish I could change, but if they don’t change, it’s not really that big of a deal. I’ll start with a list of “don’t really like” and see if any of them change to hate.

My weight. I don’t like that no matter what I do, it never fluctuates by more than a pound or two. The scales haven’t really changed in about 3 years. I’ve come to terms with that. There is a tiny bit of muffin top that I am working to get rid of, but I’m happy with my body. So, no hate there.

I am often scatterbrained. If someone says something directly to me and I am already on some other train of thought, I will have to ask them to repeat themselves. This is who I am though. Maybe I need some extra vitamins.

Parenting is hard. I hate that I second guess myself and constantly worry that I am going to completely mess my kids up for life based on any one thing that I do wrong.

I guess that’s it. There is my hate thing. For the most part though, I don’t hate anything about myself. There just isn’t reason enough to make myself miserable.