My marriage:įifteen years ago, I was in the middle of my second marriage. I don’t consider its size to be a “flaw” it’s just how things are right now, and it’s liable to change again over time. More seriously, I am happy with my body for carting me around and supporting me, despite its flaws, which include two autoimmune conditions (RA and fibromyalgia) that sometimes flare and make me uncomfortable, and that near-miss with the adenoma in my duodenum earlier this year.
I’m glad that I can enjoy movement and food and generally feel good about life. (If either of my kids are reading this, then I suppose I’m sorry for mentioning it? But seriously, I wish every reader good sex, whatever that means to you.) The weight is a number, the size in my clothes is a number. Over the years, I’ve learned to be grateful for my curves and my body, which allows me to enjoy long walks and good sex with my husband, among other things. It meant setting goals, however small, and keeping promises to myself. It meant movement and the ability to act and eat for pleasure. I discovered that being happy in my body didn’t mean a particular weight or clothing size. I also started to connect with my thoughts and emotions, and to really sit (often in discomfort) with what I was feeling, and what I wanted to do. I started to truly reconnect with my body, and to enjoy movement again: walking, gentle yoga, and tai chi. If you aren’t there yet, you should know that it is going to make it MUCH harder to keep weight off, which is a topic for another post.)Įventually, I figured out that I wanted to be happy in my own skin. Though there was a period in time about nine years ago where I dropped back down to a size 6 or 8, before steadily climbing back to my size 12 status. Well, as I think I may have established, it wasn’t really my weight that was my issue.
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