Weight follows me around the older I get. It doesn’t matter
what I eat, it climbs up my legs and settles in my mid-section. I can’t shake
it off no matter what I do. Ah, for the days when I was young and too
skinny! Do I want to go back?
Well, I remember getting teased as a kid for being thin as a
toothpick. Hell, I could hide behind a tree trunk, a skinny one. I could be
lifted overhead, parallel to the ground. I was anorexia-looking before it was
cool and I wasn’t even in to fashion or ballet dancing. I was just plain active
and living life to the fullest, an outside kid.
I hit my teens and realized Mother Nature is mean to girls.
Hormones kick in and I am still trying to figure out what is so grand about
it. I mean really, hormonal is craving
chocolate, feeling emotional and a swollen abdomen. Just what exactly about
that is fun?
We use to have to read books in school about “the upcoming
change” menstruation entitled The Art of being a Women. I am still shaking my
head over the word art that is not my image of art. And then there was the
saying Beautiful Me! Who feels gorgeous on the rag? Nobody I know. It is a royal pain and that
has nothing to do with feeling like royalty.
Changing means weight starts coming on to your body easier
and as you age, easily. Bah humbug. In a society that prides on tone thin bodies,
some of us do not have the innate ability to be trim and thin for all of our
lives. So we have to settle for being beautiful inside. If you could see the
inside of me, God I am gorgeous! And so
are you! Don’t be fooled by the fat
rolls you see outside. Mother Nature might be tricking you, testing you to see
if you can see below the skin.
And so it goes, another year, another 5-10 pounds of
discouragement or possibly adventure. I say enjoy it, live life, eat to live
and don’t live to eat. Then you won’t be obsessively overweight, will be happy
but not obsessed with trying to be a body you just weren’t made to be!
