In the yo-yo roller coaster ride of weight up, weight down, I’m in the gaining weight stage lately. It’s a great disappointment to me, as I worked really hard to lose 55 pounds five years ago and it’s slowly creeping back on–the result of less gym time and more sitting time. My muffin top has now turned into a pound cake.
I could blame it on mid-life, too. After all, menopause has paid a visit and apparently plans to stay. Hot flashes flare up at any given time and instantly turn on the sweat faucet. The hubby and I play a game of “Turn the fan on/Turn the fan off” all night long. I used to laugh at those stories of menopause from my elders when I was younger. I watched in amusement as my mother dropped everything to grab a newspaper and fan herself. Now I find myself doing the same.
I don’t know how I got to this point so fast.
I turned 50 this summer and vowed it was going to be the decade of embracing the shape. It was time to love this body that carried every heartbeat and every breath for half of a decade. So when my barefoot instructor posted this photo on Facebook, I cringed at first. All the “lumps” of me, hanging out.
But I knew that if I was going to truly embrace every imperfection of “me,” I had to embrace this photo as well.
Several friends were quick to remind me that I was missing the whole point of the picture–that I was engaged in something I passionately love to do. So I’m putting this out here to encourage others to “Embrace the Shape.” Those of you with less-than-perfect bodies, if you are holding back on life in any way, let this be an invitation to create a change. Identify what you would truly like to experience in life and take those steps to begin.