The issue of my weight has been the topic of no little discussion on this blog site. Although I have, over the years, whined about the less-than-waifish waistline which encompasses my girth, allow me to reassure you that I was mistaken in my previous complaints. I was not, then, fat.
Food is a great comfort to many women, no less so to me. Indeed, I seem to have positively wallowed in the comforts provided therein. The result of these past four years of stressful teenaged younglings is a full-term pregnancy weight, and a closet full of hope. (Trust me to put an optimistic spin on all those clothes I can not coax above my knees.) My handsome husband tends to lose weight when I gain, so we two resemble Laurel and Hardy, a consequence which I find extremely inconsiderate on my husband's part. I believe it is a man's duty to Love Honor Cherish, and stay considerably advanced of his woman's weight upon the scales.
One would expect that this shocking realization would provide compelling motivation to change, but one would be wrong. No, in fact. I find that my mirror's reflection accuses me thereby driving me to seek out more delicious comfort. It is a vicious cycle.
I recently saw a photograph of my upper arm which illustrated humiliatingly the fact that women over 40 ought not to don short sleeves. The vast pale expanse was soft and wide in a way most distracting from the otherwise cheerful mood of the picture. No upper arm should be so big.
I don't like it, but I am not committed to pursue the temperance necessary to produce change. Self-control is so arduous.
My daughter has declared that "food is for the weak," so she lives on Ramen Noodles and energy drinks. I am in awe of her fortitude. At 16, I did about the same. Did I tell you about the time I went to the library to research anorexia? (This was in the days before the Internet.) I was studying up on the topic in the quest for pearls of weight loss advice. This was in the days before I was fat, too. I was probably 126 pounds, and wishing to pop below 120. How annoying was I?
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I could have been the author of this same blog entry. Right now I am about 80 pounds more than in high school. But in high school I was also about 30 pounds under weight. I hate it but I am here and basically healthy and that is what matters!
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