Today I am thinking about my belly. I know, I'm so deep, aren't I? Here's the thing with my belly...I hate it. There, I said it and I meant it. My hubby gets sad when I talk about my disgust for my tummy, but I can't help it.
I never had a great relationship with my stomach. Even when I was young and fit, I always felt like I had a little more padding around my middle than I should have. Once I had kids (especially having 4 in 5 years) I officially have a muffin top. But not only does it stick out, it also has stretch marks and dimples and scars from my gallbladder removal surgery.
I exercise a lot, but no matter how toned my arms and legs get, or how much weight I lose, the belly is there to stay. When Maggie was 5 months old, I had someone ask me if I was expecting again. Ummmm, nope, that's just my leftovers from the last pregnancy, but thanks for asking. If I had a kazillion bucks, I think I would definitely get a tummy tuck, or lipo, or whatever the stars are getting nowadays.
But, you know what's cool? That no matter how much I dislike my stomach, it's a constant reminder of my greatest achievements; John-Paul, Andrew, Eamon, and Maggie. It's my "mummy tummy", my battle wounds from 35 months of pregnancy, and my daily humility checkpoint. I would never rather have a thin stomach if it meant giving back my kiddos, so I need to gladly embrace this body God has created for me, and appreciate His work of art.