Pink Pants: An Excerpt from Nourished: A Search for Health, Happiness, and a Full Night's Sleep

Nourished: A Search for Health, Happiness, and a Full Night's Sleep by Becky Johnson and Rachel Randolph. Released today, January 6, 2015!

Look! Nourished officially releases today! It's in all the major online bookstores: Amazon, Barnes & Noble,  I know this is only my second book, but I'm especially fond of this one and also sort of terrified of it releasing into the hands of "real" readers. It's vulnerable, and personal, was sometimes painful to write. But it's me. It's my mom. It's the struggles women of all ages and stages face. It's the strength and more often the sense of humor it takes to be enough to everyone else and still be a fully nourished whole person with her own identity. I think it's good and I hope you like it too.     

The book has five major sections, each broken further down into three chapters: 

Nourished 911
Nourished Spaces and Routines
Nourished Bodies, Nourished Selves
Nourished Relationships
Nourished Spirits

Since so many of us this time of year make goals regarding our bodies, I thought I'd share this excerpt I wrote in Chapter 7, At Home in Your Own Skin: Nourishing Self Acceptance on Pink Pants and putting our life on hold until we meet said goals.

Say Goodbye to “When I …”

How many things are you putting on hold, until you either return to some idealized former self or become an idealized future self? Do you ever say to yourself (as I have), things like …
When I … get a firm stomach, I’ll plan a beach vacation.
When I … get rid of this cellulite, I’ll let my husband see me naked.
When I … lose the baby weight, I’ll buy new clothes.
When I … get my teeth whitened and hair done and my kitchen perfect, I’ll record YouTube cooking demos.

Last spring, I kept seeing the most adorable girls wearing hot pink skinny jeans, paired with lose tops and ballet slippers or high heels. I wanted so badly to own a pair, but skinny jeans don’t fit over my “python thighs” (as one of my brothers once lovingly called them) or my “huge calves,” as one ex-boyfriend called them. (Gee, how did that relationship not work out?) In their defense, both guys truly, and ignorantly, thought they were dishing out compliments. Turns out these men envied “huge calves” and “python thighs,” and one of them told me, “Seriously. Some dudes even pay to have calf implants.” If only I could donate mine to their cause.

Anyway, back to the pants. I wasn’t at my ideal size and felt sure pink skinny jeans would only accentuate my heftier-than-I’d prefer hips. So I told myself, “If I lose ten pounds, I’ll look for a pair of pink pants.”

A few weeks later, without a downward budge in my weight, I stumbled across a pair of straight-leg cropped hot pink pants at Kohls. Though I hadn’t lost a pound, I mustered the confidence to try them on anyway. They fit over my thighs and hugged my calves just right. And I loved them. If I do say so myself, I looked every bit as adorable as the thinner girls I’d been admiring. My curves did pop in the pink, and … what do you know? I liked it! I felt sexy and flirty and stylish. There in the dressing room I had my own hot pink pants party, celebrating my body as it was, in that moment.

When we deprive ourselves of joy or self-acceptance until we’re thinner, tanner, more muscular, better, we are telling ourselves for that whole “in-between process” we are lacking in some way … that we are not good enough.

Goals are great, but they are meant to encourage us, not put our lives on hold.

You want some pink pants? Go get ’em, girl! The skinny girls don’t have exclusive rights to fun fashion.

What are the "pink pants" you're putting on hold?