You know, I think I'm hyper-sensitive on this issue. My daddy is a big ole teddy bear. That's how I think of him. But it's typical in his Italian family that people are a bit larger than standard...and truthfully, it's never changed how much I LOVE HIM! Do I worry about his health? Yes. But do I appreciate every day? Absolutely. My Granddad was super skinny, but smoked. He died of a heart attack, and I had always thought we would lose him to lung cancer. Now, I know smoking could have contributed to the heart attack, but my point is, you just never know. And that's why it's sooooo important to enjoy life, and what you have. And to learn to be happy with yourself. Because life is just too short for me to keep worrying about the fact that my butt will never ever be the same as it was when I first met my DH, and before I had DS. Too many happy food memories and life changes have contributed to its bulk, and I'm proud of them. That's right, you heard it first here. I am proud of my big ole...well, you know.
Hijack over.