I found myself back at work today over a long holiday. I weighed myself and, despite being on iron supplements to bring my iron levels back to normal (which was promoting the loss of about 3 pounds!), I was also "back to normal". Aka, the weight I was about 2 weeks ago.
Granted, it's only 3 pounds, but a teeeeeny piece of me was like "God Dam**t all to H**L! Grrrrr".
And then I proceeded to put on a dress.
And all throughout the day I kept eye-ing myself in the mirror, wondering, "Did 3 pounds make any difference? Either way? I mean, my butt looks ok. My dress seems to fit well. I don't feel 'heavier'. Hmm".
And then a little present came floating into my brain. It was a scene from Eat, Pray, Love that my husband and I watched the other day. Apparently the timing on that move was impeccable, for the Naples (Napoli) scene flashed in front of my eyes, where Liz's friend is commenting on how she can't eat pizza because of her new muffin-top, and Liz basically calls her out on it. She says something along the lines of "Have you ever undressed in front of a man and had him walk out on you? No. Because to a man, a naked girl is like hitting the jackpot."
And so, there I was, eyeing myself over subconsciously trying to vilify or validate the 3 pounds, and suddenly I half laughed at myself. What was I doing? I was crazy. My husband was so thrilled to be doing 'sex' month, who was I kidding about 3 pounds? He just wants me to enjoy myself because he certainly is!
So, you know what, love, or eat, or do whatever you want so long as you feel like a great person, just say 'screw it', and remind yourself you significant other didn't marry you because of a few pounds. S/he married YOU. And s/he wants you to, like he or she is, enjoy yourself.
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