Fat & Happy...two words which shouldn't go together.

As most of you know who read my blog, I was divorced. In getting divorced, you go through a lot of stress. When going through that stress, you tend to lose weight. And when you had gained a few pounds that you could stand to lose, this is a fantastic plus to a not so fantastic situation.
In the process, I met the man of my dreams. Caring and compassionate, lovely in every sense of the word. Supporting and super sexy. And myself, feeling extra confident with my new found weight loss was excited to see the direction our relationship would take. We'd go out to dinner. We'd stay in, watch movies, and eat Ben & Jerry's from the pint with reckless abandon. So a few pounds crept back on...so what. I wouldn't let it become a habit. Romantic dinners with bottles of wine, cupcakes (my favorite) as treats while out and about browsing the street of NoHo. So my hips look a little wider...not a big deal. Yeah, that's what I kept telling myself.
Happy, I was and am still extremely. Fat, well I won't go that far, but a little more curvy than I was a few months back sure. I just wish we could change the sterotype. How about Fit and Happy? Hot and Happy? I'm not completely convinced that Buddha, was a smiling, happy little fat man. I think those were tears of frustration, from not being able to get up from his meditating position. I vow to become Fit and Happy, standing beside the Love of my Life (who is a huge inspiration) and becoming healthier and happier together. Keep you posted...