I have my period. It’s not anything necessarily noteworthy except for a couple of things: First, I’m pretty sure I’m not going to see a loss for my weigh-in tomorrow (we all know TOM lovingly gives us some additional water bloat) and that really kind of sucks because I kicked ass this week with my exercise and my calorie counts. All things being equal, I should lose at least a pound from last week… but I’m pretty sure I’m going to wake up tomorrow at 176.6 yet again and even though I know I’ll be down a whole bunch all at once… blah. The second thing about my period is the hormones make me emotional and introspective and melancholy.
And with the hormones surging through my system, I’ve been sitting here all morning sort of thinking of all the things I miss. This is when you expect some sort of message about how much I miss my grandmother, right?
Did I mention my period hormones make me shallow as well?
I woke up this morning craving breakfast. Not an ordinary breakfast – but a meat lover’s skillet from the local diner. YUM. I have no idea how many calories such a thing contains. An entire day’s worth? Quite possibly that and then some. And it got me to thinking about my weight loss and the things I miss. I won’t list them all but let me spout off a few: Obviously, eating a meat lover’s skillet without knowing how many calories it contained and not really caring. I miss the way I had no idea eating 5 cookies was bad for you. I mean, I knew they were sweets and thought it was mostly the sugar content that was bad.. not that eating 5 cookies meant you’d just inhaled 1500 calories or better. I miss the solace and comfort I could find in food, coming home at the end of a stressful day and finding comfort in a bag of chips. I miss staring at a quart of Ben & Jerry’s and not thinking that I should probably just forego the ice cream altogether.
See… stuff along that line. Self-pity brought on my period hormones. Seriously, I’m not this big of a whiner.
So then, as I was switching out a load of laundry and my side ached as I bent over into the washing machine, I began to think about the things I did not miss. You know, like hating the way I looked in every photograph. I don’t miss that. I don’t miss feeling worried I won’t physically be able to do something. I don’t miss feeling winded when I try to keep up walking with my friends. I don’t miss gasping for air during a lecture. I don’t miss feeling ashamed of my body. I don’t miss how ugly I felt in the eyes of the public. I don’t miss shopping at plus sized stores. I don’t miss the lack of new experiences I had. I don’t miss drifting through life without goals.
And really, aren’t both paragraphs up there filled with negative things? I mean, who needs to find solace in food? No one, that’s who. Who needs to be ignorant of how many calories 5 cookies contain? No one. And I certainly don’t need to miss anything in the paragraph of things I don’t miss.
To put it simply, even though I’m whiny today and feeling sluggish because I’ve taken one day off exercise this week… I’m able to realize that my life has a lot less negativity in it these days. I’m not perfect. I don’t have all the answers. I have so much more to learn… but the big deal here is… I’ve come so far from where I was. My life is better now. I am happier now. I fear less. I live more.
I hope you do too.