We were at lunch at our favorite local place. There were four of us, all of us women and friends at the office.
We had each ordered items of varying "healthiness." Mine was french toast smothered in whip cream with fresh berries - my kinda food! Two of the other ladies decided to split the pulled pork and cheese sandwich, and the remaining one order vegetarian fair. My friend to the left was lamenting that she need to lose weight to fit into something. She was feeling deprived, eating only protein shakes in the evening.
A friend noted that I had gone through a remarkable transformation, particularly in shape of my silhouette, over the past few years. I said thanks, and when they asked how much I had lost, I decided to give the history. I said at my peak, I may have weighed close to 220. That was a long time ago though, long before they knew me. Then a few years ago I had been hovering around 180 and couldn't seem to make that number budge (married life equaled plumposity). I expressed my wonder at the fact that at times in my life it has been easy to keep weight off, but at other times it has seemed nearly impossible. I said that since I made the decision to be a happy person, the weight had been much easier to manage.
Excess weight is a sort of expanded 'boundary,' after all. All this talk about boundaries and how important they are for happiness. . .makes it sound so simple. But. . .there are sometimes areas of resistance in one's life, areas where it's hard to say "No," to believe that there will be more later. . .a feeling of lack presides. Weight also helps keeps people away, especially useful when one isn't sure one can say "No." or speak one's truth in a way that will discourage someone who wouldn't be a force for good in one's life.
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