So this comes as a bit of a follow-up to TIPPING THE SCALE…
Back in March, I wrote about my battle with some mild
weight gain and accepting a changing body shape. After years of fighting various eating
disorders, this was the true test of coming into myself. I’m pleased to say that after 6 months, I
still have not succumb to my previous ways of weight loss. I had even let the issue go for a while,
until recently…
I have been working out in Edmonton for the past three
weeks and staying with some wonderful friends.
These friends have a scale in their washroom and after four and half
years of not stepping on a scale, I was tempted to see where I stood in
numerical weight. I thought I would be
somewhere in the 160-165 lbs. range.
Last time I weighed myself I was battling to remain at 148 lbs., but
ended up closer to 152 lbs. You can
imagine my shock when the scale read 173 lbs.
My mouth dropped (and then immediately shut again for fear of the air
adding to the weight). This was boy
weight! Ladies don’t weigh that
much! I had troubles accepting when I
hit 150 lbs. but now I had skipped the 160s altogether and plunged right into
the 170s.
SIDE NOTE: For new
readers, I would like to state for the record that I am a tall woman and could
not be described as fat, chunky, plump or even thick. I have a very nice body, even if there is a
bit more around the gut than there used to be.
This is all well and good to know, but for someone who has suffered from
body image issues and eating disorders, you can know these things in your
brain, but that does not stop the obsessing.
So, I finally said “enough is enough” and made the
decision to change my habits to drop a couple pounds. I know where the weight came from. I had not exercised since the previous year and
spent half my time sitting and the other half sleeping. Also, my diet consisted of beer and fried
foods. I hadn’t seen a vegetable in
weeks.
