I was just scratching my collarbone, and I’m still amazed that my collarbones have emerged from my body in the last 15 or so pounds of weight loss.
When I’ve had abdominal surgery before, it’s always been followed by a natural period of swelling and then an unnatural period of extreme weight gain as I don’t move around much but still eat copious amounts of food trying to assuage my concern for what is happening to me. This time, the former happened, and I feared the latter. Even as the scale did not creep up much (about a pound), I feared the latter. I feared the latter so much that I was avoiding putting my size-10 jeans on because some part of me was sure they wouldn’t fit. But they do, I am quite happy to note—they still fit me just as well. Learning to handle my emotions instead of stuffing them into myself with food has been such a powerful force in my life that the jeans still fitting me is just a bonus, but it’s a bonus I’ll take!
My mother-in-law graciously bought great tickets for the two of us to see The Color Purple when it was here in Atlanta a couple of weeks ago. I loved the book when I read it ages ago, and I loved the show. Because purple is my favorite color, and because I loved the show, I decided afterward to buy a t-shirt. I asked for a medium (general adult sizes, not women’s sizes), but when the guy gave it to me and I held it up, I frowned and asked for a small instead. “Yeah, of course” he said, with a tone of “Duh, of course you want a small.” I blushed with pleasure at the assumption I’d need a small. And it fits just right.
It’s time to register for the fall version of the PE class my husband and I took this summer. Not only was the class in the summer great for keeping me engaged at a time when my exercise usually lags (Georgia is hot as Hades in summer, after all), but my husband has seen all sorts of benefits from it, too. Between that class, off-day badminton games, and a couple of small dietary changes, he’s lost about 10 pounds in the last few months, lost at least 2 percent of his body fat, and toned up quite a bit. He’s sexy no matter what, but, yes, I’ll take this, thank you very much.
I plan to resume running on our off days from exercise in the next couple of weeks. It’s great knowing that I have stayed in good enough shape this summer that I should be able to pick up close to where I left off with running in the spring.
I’m not trying to get pregnant, but I still regularly think I might be pregnant; I know I’m not alone in this monthly game I tend to play with myself. (Not being pregnant almost makes a girl grateful for cramps.) I realized today that if my husband and I got pregnant from this point forward, he would (barring any disasters) be finished with his Ph.D. at the time of the baby’s arrival. That’s a mind easer.
After at least, oh, five years of wanting one, I finally bought a salad spinner when I saw one for a really cheap price at a discount department store. I love it–just love it. Especially because we tend to buy salad greens from the farmer’s market, and they need a good wash, it is so great to be able to easily spin the greens to a light dampness in seconds.
Those are my happy grateful bits for the moment; if you want to share, I’d love to hear some of yours.