When I was drinking and smoking, I was a size 4. I had pencil legs and no belly.

Now I'm older (wiser) and with all the running and bicycling and healthy living and just eating when my body needs it, I'm a size 8. But I can pass boys, bench press my 110 lb 16 year old daughter, and ride all day long if I want to.

A wise woman told me back in the day,

"You'll look real nice and skinny in that coffin."

Sometimes, when I need a lift, I reach down and feel how muscle-y my legs have gotten, and take a deep breath and know that I have a strong oxygen uptake, and look in the mirror and honestly think, at 41 I look pretty hot, curves and all.

I say, move your body, and eat to fuel. Everything else adds to anxiety and anxiety is fattening.