Scale It Back
Ay bay bays! How are you! I have slipped into the luxurious life of not being on my laptop all day, ‘errday, and have been successful at turning into a 5’10” blob on my parents’ couch who does nothing but eat and sleep. It is phenomenal.
Because I have so much catching up to do, I’m going to jump right in with a little experience I had this morning.
I receive a lot of emails regarding healthy weight gain and how not to freak out about it. I can’t lie: It IS tough. But I do know that it’s possible.
This morning, I had my yearly lady doctor appointment (the joys, I know). Going in, I knew they had to weigh me. But with everything in me, I didn’t want to know how much I weighed. For almost every single woman I’ve ever talked to, that number has brought nothing good. It’s brought anxiety, pain, shame, gross pride, tears and countless emotions that shouldn’t be controlled and dominated by a number. Because that’s all it is. A number, a system of symbols.
I’m happy with exactly what I’ve got. Before stepping onto the scale, I told the nurse that I didn’t want to know. I don’t need to know as long as I’m healthy. The nurse didn’t even question me, and she told me to step on it backwards. I did and that was that. I still don’t know that number.
I know this anxiety with numbers plagues more women than I can imagine. And I know that weight issues plague even more than that. But whenever I feel down about my body, I ask myself this:
What do I want to be remembered for?
My answers never have anything to do with my body. I want to be remembered for being a supportive and loving friend/daughter/sister, for being fun, spontaneous, intelligent (I’m being liberal), positive, helpful, a decent writer, a hard worker, a beam of light. I want to offer hope.
So if you’re struggling at all, I urge you to ask yourself that question and see what happens. As dramatic as it may be, it’s always cleared my head.
But back to some fun, light stuff. Like food! Breakfasts have been simply delicious:
Clearly, I’ve been having a bread love affair. It’s so satisfying!
Lunches have been unpredictable:
And dinners have been exquisite:
That, my friends, combined with tons of cereal and cake, is what helps me reach “uber happy” on the happiness scale. Because that’s what truly matters. Love you!
Ciao for now,
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