Yeah. That word. I’ve played with it all my life. I used to
be good at it, and I was slim — and young. Those two go together. Because, let’s
face it, we older folks are at a disadvantage when it comes to losing weight
and keeping it off.
After being very slim, (okay, skinny) for most of my life,
this post-menopausal weight gain has devastated my self-esteem (all right,
ego.) I always felt a bit superior for being, and staying, so slim. I think
part of my weight gain was God shaking a finger at me. I now have far more empathy
for others in this war on weight, and a much healthier idea of what constitutes
the right body weight.
I always thought I was fat, even when my ribs were showing.
No, I wasn’t anorexic, but every time I gained a little weight, I’d get sick,
and I’d lose ten pounds in one week. Yeah, I kinda miss the ability to lose
like that, but I don’t miss feeling ill most of the time. Obviously being slim
does not mean being healthy.
