I got the bright idea to flip my closet from winter to summer, and the task ended up being an all day affair. In between the grunting and the sweating and the purging of things, there were several major insights that resulted in me on the floor clutching pajama sets that I wore in high school.
I have hereby decided that I am going to give up the fantasy of weighing almost nothing, having a flat stomach, toned arms, great boobs, and a wardrobe full of cute little size six outfits.
I've spent the better part of my sixty years on this planet hating this big fat lumpy body of mine, but after a good long session of bawling my eyes out and praying for forgiveness for being so ungrateful, I have sincerely apologized to said big fat lumpy body, and I am, instead, very happy to acknowledge the miracles this body has been able to pull off to keep me here and in good stead. My focus now will be on taking care of it. (I see a lot of moisturizer in my future, as well as salads, evening walks, and maybe even a haircut.)
Besides...those cute little size six outfits would look ridiculous on a sixty year old, and who needs a flat stomach when you can use a big fat flabby stomach as a convenient place to prop your stitching? Or a book?
So Operation Acceptance has commenced, and we'll see where it takes us. Today my task is to figure out pants. Louie presents a few challenges in that department, but I'm sure I'll figure it out! He and Belly Bean are hanging in there...a few medication issues to sort, but the team is on it and I'll be right as rain very soon!
I haven't stitched in quite some time thanks to Ms Karenina, but I might give it a go later this afternoon. We have a few small errands to run, and I would like to attempt some time in the kitchen, so hopefully needle and thread will make it into my hand this evening.
Life is beautiful here in Hoosierville, Dearies! What's new with you?
Wise words! 👍
ReplyDeleteI think we all have an image of ourselves that we seem to carry with us throughout our lives. In my 70's I have lost a lot of weight but when I look in the mirror I'm still that girl with the sturdy calves and thighs that was self conscious about wearing a swimming suit. Self-image is important but it isn't always accurate.
ReplyDeleteJust my 2 cents. Take care of who you have become.
Elastic waists will be your new best friend! Depending on Louie's placement you may need to hike the elastic up or wear it a little lower. A brand called Universal Standard is my go to for pants that will hide the Louies in life. And if you are going to be buying tops too, any type of print, check, stripe, etc. hides the bulge/outline of the bag 1000 times better than a solid color.
ReplyDeleteYea for that amazing realization you've come to! Self approval is a wonderful thing. May you waltz in the future knowing you are enough and just right as you are!
ReplyDeleteMy young granddaughters say that I am squishy and comfy. I’ve been working on losing weight since August (70 lbs down) and they worried that I would lose that asset. I assured them that I will always be rounded and soft, just healthier! They continue to monitor the situation carefully which makes me laugh.
ReplyDeleteI need to take the advice of Miss Coni and adopt the same mindset! Thank you. Debby in CO
ReplyDeleteOh how I can relate. I avoid mirrors like the plague. I too will try adopting your new attitude. I love what Robin wrote about self image being important but not always accurate. I will take better care of myself as is!
ReplyDeleteI need to hop on your self acceptance train, Coni. I know I won't ever be that body from the early adult years. But I am really trying to become the healthier version of me. Thinking of you!
ReplyDeleteI had a sweatshirt once that proclaimed: "Ewe isn't fat: Ewe is fluffy." It had a picture of a beautiful sheep. I need a new one since I have long ago worn that one out.
ReplyDeleteEveryone who shares their life with a Louie deals with it differently. I found that for me, a soft tank top that's just barely snug, under all my shirts gives me a sense of security and comfort. It makes me feel confident enough to wear whatever shirt i want! Just my way of letting the d--- thing know I'm still the boss!
ReplyDeleteConi, I get it and have purged my closet in the last few months to deal with my ever changing old lady body. I’ll never be that 80’s Rocker Chick that won leg contests and inspired bands to buy pitchers of beer just by dancing in front of the stage. It’s ok because I’ve learned to accept that aging in a privilege that not everyone gets to experience. I’m grateful for my lumps, bumps and even my sagging boobs because it means I’ve earned them and got to live another year.
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No one can love you more
ReplyDeletethan He who created you and just think what that
means in terms of your value in His estimation..
Just hold on to that thought...
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