Well and so. A year has gone by since I began writing of my weight loss for weirdos exploits and I thought I would report back with my results.
I am now one pound heavier than I was when I started.
A lot of great things have happened in the past year. I traveled to Iceland! I hosted my second Death Cafe! Several friends have asked me to participate in fun projects! And some not-so-great things happened. My grandfather passed, making our small family even smaller. Care for my grandmother has consumed me, and in providing this care I missed out on what may have been a once in a lifetime opportunity to attend a family reunion in the Midwest, and a chance to meet some relatives I didn’t even know that I had.
As is the way sometimes, right now it feels like the bad outweighs the good, and emotionally that’s weighing on me quite heavily. Physically, all of the weight I have not lost (and the little I lost but gained back) is weighing on me as well. All of this weight is no small burden and it’s making me pretty glum.
What have I done about it? Well, I stepped on the scale, for one. That was rather terrifying, but I guess you have to know what you’re working with, right? So, now we are starting all over again, I suppose.
I’ve got so much on my plate right now – pardon the pun – that I almost don’t even care what happens with my weight and with my health, and I certainly don’t care to dwell on it. I guess I could make a list of all of the things I’m going to do or not going to do, but that’s of interest to no one but me and to be truthful, it doesn’t even interest me that much.
I went for a walk last night. I will go for another walk tonight. I will probably do it again tomorrow. I have been walking for exercise since I was eleven years old, and it’s what I know how do to. I don’t believe I am going to make myself crazy about it right now. I am going to walk every night this week, and we will see what things look like next week.
Not much of a report, is it? Well, that’s just the way things go. In the meantime, I don’t look too awful in this dress, so I’m not going to cry about it.
Let us not be the lady in red in "Aerobic Horror" - zoned out and unaware of our own (damned-but-still-smokin') bods. Instead, let's be the lady in green - giving the world a playful side-eye, and not caring overmuch about perfect form. Look! We're working out in a hellscape surrounded by ghouls with horrible posture!
haha, this is the best comment ever.
and as for you, mlle ghoul, you look as stunning as ever but i know that the struggle is very real. i'm also creeping creeping upwards, barely holding it together, every day its so hard to not just say fuckitallgoddamnitgivemecake, especially when there are the big sads to compete with. taking any step at all is powerful, so be proud of yourself. i am.