At stages in my adult life when I did lose weight I was still larger, or bigger than most of the people close to me. My sisters, my mother, my cousins, my classmates/coworkers, were all smaller (or skinnier) than me. I don't think I ever managed to weigh below the 140's and that was large for a woman in my generation during times when 110's and 120's was ideal (I got a little pissed off just now thinking about it, lol, anyway...) So, there is a little part of me that may still be triggered, although less and less as time passes, by judging myself based on my bodyweight. It's kind of trippy to me that I know I'm not fat anymore, but I still can find myself feeling like the biggest person in the room, or maybe it's just a feeling of not belonging....hmnn...I think I'm on to something here....
I have a lot more to write about my feelings on this subject but I think I may have to break it into a couple of posts.
I don't think there is anything wrong with wanting to weigh a particular "number". But I also know my truth to feeling good about myself, and that has nothing to do with a "number".
I don't really care that "muscle weighs more that fat". My brain knows this, but what does my heart feel? And how do my jeans fit?
I can want what I want, but you won't hear me bitch about not having it....much. I find this whole adventure interesting. The adventure of what I think, how I feel, where I want to go, not worried about how to get there, just knowing the possibilities. In the mean time doing things I love, and appreciating all that I have.
Letting go of feeling and judgments of being the biggest person or not belonging....maybe there's some anger there....maybe.
Picture above: 40 years ago on my 9th birthday taken with my skinny friends Debbie and my best friend, "Little" Tracy.


