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An Examination Of Weight Gain: What The Fat On My Back Says About My Past
It’s like the last bit of it just around my bra line. I’ve lost a size or two the past few years thanks to a strenuous workout routine and healthier eating. I haven’t lost as much as I’ve wanted thanks to “the change” that is happening through menopause, and due to my persistence on using eating as a tool when things get tough, but even than I should be able to overcome it, but there is a past that lingers on my body that doesn’t want eradicated.
I pulled up my shirt this morning to see how my back toning is going and to gauge how much work I have left to do. I am thankful my shirts fit so much better than they used to and that I am freer to put on the ones I want without fear of people seeing things I don’t want them to see, but I have a long way to go before I can sport a shirt that shows my mid drift, or post an Instagram shot with me in my workout bra and pants. I see that bulge of fat near my bra and while I realize it’s part and parcel of hitting 50, it also doesn’t have to be.
I see a year when I was pregnant with my third and letting myself go and gaining much more weight than I needed to. I see another year when I was pregnant with our fourth and decided it was good to eat a double cheeseburger four times a week because I was craving it. I see losing myself in a life and in a form of…
