I am not my face; I am not my body. I am a child of the King and my heart belongs to Him.
After having 4 babies, I am learning to be OK with whatever shape my body is in. That being said, this time of year is always...mm...frustrating.
While talking with a couple of friends over the past few weeks, our conversation wandered into the impending-swimsuit-season-panic that May can bring. So, yesterday I kicked it into high gear and started my never-fail, Phase One of the South Beach Diet.
But I forgot one minor detail: breastfeeding.
Little Sister was NOT down with the South Beach.
She had the fussiest day on record and it took me the entire day to figure it out.
So, Plan B. Kick South Beach to the curb for the next few months and CHILLAX.
Have a fun summer.
Get my thoughts off of myself and play in the water with my precious children who could care less what I look like in a bathing suit.