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I think my biggest memory growing up especially in my early teens is my mom telling me that "when I was your age I was a size 4". I was never a size 4. In fact I passed size 4 and went straight to 8. My mother was basically critisizing me for being "big". Considering that my mom was 5'2 (I'm 5'5") and was once a size 4 up until her 30s it gave me a complex.
Now looking back I'd be happy to be a size 13 or a size 9. What's amazing to me is that I was a size 9 when I was a Jr in High School!!! I didn't crawl up to the 13 size until I was probably 19 or so. Since then I've crawled up to 18. There isn't an excuse for it and I'll admit laziness. I hate the great outdoors, I hate exercise, I hate lifting weights, I hate walking/running/swimming or any form of exersion but I'm trying to make the effort to do something about it. I'm 37 and I can do it.
Now if someone could just give me a dose of energy...
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