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Age is just a number. Why does weight drive us crazy?

Tuesday, October 01, 2013

Read a great blog entry this morning that had been edited because the Sparker put her current weight about 10 lbs higher than she'd just weighed in at. I totally relate. Sometimes I'm back on the scale in 30 seconds because that number was so alien, it didn't stick in my brain.

It doesn't help that I've been every weight between 165 lbs and 200 in the last few years. TWICE. Once the scale hit 200, all other weights were just inevitable, and they were me. Anything below 200 was living dangerously, on borrowed time, in a dream. Close my eyes and wake up at Lane Bryant again.

Today I realized I need to OWN my weight now. Own it like Eddie Van Halen owns a guitar, like Tyra Banks owns a pose, like Jon Stewart owns political news. It's me, I made it happen. I'm living it. And by the way, there are some other weights I'm gonna own.

155 lbs is mine. 154, you're next. And keep looking over your shoulder, 153 - 145!

And age? I'm almost 47. A very spry 87 year old flirted with me in the parking lot of Costco this morning. I'm gonna own that, too. The 200 lb me on the couch couldn't think about 87; long life doesn't run in my family, and none of the grandparents who died before 80 were obese. Today, it was a delight to look 87 in his charming face and realize I'm in a much better place to get there myself.
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