That’s the question, isn’t it? Did she gain her weight back? Is that why she stopped writing? It’s a pretty logical if-then scenario. And the answer is NO. And, well, YES. And, Is that all there is?
For the record, I did gain back around a fifth of what I lost, maybe a bit less. I gained that weight back long before I stopped writing here, however. And I have held my weight steady now for almost two years. My reason to stop writing was because my time has become even more precious.
Family matters have delivered a whole new lifestyle, and blogging was starting to supplant exercise time. If I have to make a choice, I’ll take a walk before I blog. I hope you will too.
It was fun to be thinner. It was even more fun to be more fit than I am now. But it was really very time consuming. I needed to choose a body I could maintain without quite so much effort (I was working out 10-14 hours per week on top of a 50-60 hour professional week.). And this is that body. Or pretty close.
Yes, I took a long side-trip into grief during these past couple of years. I’m sorry that I didn’t have more grace to see that period through, but I’m actually quite pleased at how little ground I lost, physically, through that time. I lost a great deal more mental than physical ground there, trust me.
So, I’m not now concerned about my weight. (Actually what I’ve lost interest in is Fashion, but we’ll get into that ere long…) I’m concerned about my fitness, my health, and time. I’m not as fit as I’d like to be, and I have to choose every day to do all the things I need to do to stay healthy. That is, forming healthy habits that fit my life and my body is still hard work for me, still a work in progress. That’s still my focus. (…Little break to go take my vitamins, which I sometimes forget to take…)
I have lost interest in diet programs that promise pounds lost by guaranteed time, but remain interested in watching carefully what I eat, making sure I don’t eat more than I need but do eat all I do need (still struggling to get in my veggies and fiber and water). I’m still very careful about sweet and starchy foods, and suffer when I eat too much of them.
I ‘ve lost interest in prescribed exercise regimens, but still love to move, sweat, and work my muscles until they fail.
So I still enjoy a really low resting heart rate and blood pressure, but I can’t climb the dune steps in the park near my house without stopping, which I must defeat before the winter ices them over. (If, in fact, we ever have icy winters again.)
I am no longer thin, no longer wearing single-digit sizes. But I’m pretty darned fit, and getting fitter, and still working to, as Danielle in Seattle puts it, change my LIFE. (Hi there, Danielle.) Which is all it’s been about all along.
So, I guess, nothing’s changed, has it? However, everything’s changed. Is that good news or bad news? Or all there is? Details coming…