Out of nowhere when I turned 40 I gained 20 pounds. I can’t get rid of them. Seriously, I feel trapped in my body with these guests who have overstayed their welcome. No matter what I do: exercise, eat right, barely eat…I just can’t lose these extra pounds. WTF?
Oh honey, you are preaching to the choir. You, me, so many other 40+ women I know. I read a blog I wrote a few years ago–pre-40–kind of bitching about my weight which was, at the time, 15 pounds less than I weigh now. I wanted to go back and shake myself.
For real though.
But, we grow and change and so do our bodies. I don’t feel the same on the inside as I did in my 20’s or 30’s; do you? If we could imagine our bodies as an outward representation of all the wisdom and life experience we’ve gained, maybe we could find it in our hearts to be a little kinder to them–unwelcome extra pounds and all.
Lysa TerKeurst wrote a great book about our relationship to food and our bodies called Made to Crave. In it is one of my very favorite quotes in life: The scale only measures the weight of your body not your worth as woman. Praise the lord and Lysa–love you, girl–let’s all tattoo that somewhere. Or if you aren’t into that, maybe write it on your bathroom mirror or in some noticeable place right near that godforsaken scale.
Let’s support each other. If you need a pick-me-up, or a place to vent about those stupid pounds, I’m here, friend. Promise.