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Loving Yourself Is Not Acceptance, Improvement Is

Columnist Gordon Keith of the Dallas Morning News wrote a wonderful piece that appeared in yesterday’s paper about self-acceptance and body image.
In his article, he discusses the increasing trend of body shaming in men, and his own personal experience growing up in the shadows of a fit and sculpted father and brother.  Because he didn’t feel he could ever achieve having bodies like theirs, he leaned on words and wit to stand out.  And if you’ve ever read his columns, heard him on the radio or seen him on television, then you know that he’s funny and insightful.

One of the things Keith says really stuck with me:

Loving yourself is not the complete acceptance of the way you are. It’s about trying to improve.

And I agree wholeheartedly.  I also agree with his closing paragraph, in which he says: Continue reading

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Vacation, All I Ever Wanted…

Two more get-ups until Spring Break.  I have two more days until I get a week of well-deserved vacation.

But Spring Break can’t get here soon enough.  I need a break.

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The Gift That Keeps on Giving

I welcomed my 41st year of life today with open arms.

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Last year at this time, I celebrated my 40th in New Orleans at Commander’s Palace, one of my absolute favorite places in the world to dine.  After a brunch of hibiscus martinis and sugarcane syrup lacquered boudin stuffed quail, I spent the day with my husband at the casino and walking along Canal Street.

In pain.  And miserable.

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#overit

I’m in desperate need of a week off.

But Spring Break is still a week away for me.

I need the time off to recharge and rest, to relax and not think about all the life stuff swirling around me at the moment.

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“Fat” Clothes

Today was a snow day for us, as sleet fell nearly all day yesterday and temps didn’t get out of the 20’s all day.  This made for nearly an inch of ice on the ground and roads, making it dangerous for anyone to drive, much less kids and school buses.  So no school today.

I slept in a little, had a leisurely breakfast, and then puttered around a bit.  I made a jambalaya for the crockpot (which turned out awesome–I will share the recipe later in the week), and did a little grading (not as much as I’d liked, but some is better than none).  I did a little reading on the OH VSG boards, and saw that someone who was pre-op had asked a question about how folks have dealt with their clothing sizes changing constantly post-op.  Several people had offered her suggestions about how to handle the rapidly changing sizes she’ll be dealing with, many of which were good.

Then midway through the thread she asked the question,

What do you do with your fat clothes?

I know she was referring to plus-sized clothing.  Certainly she meant “one’s larger clothes.”  Certainly.  She had to be.

But I am pretty sure she didn’t mean it that way.

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Saturday in Photos

Today was a good day.  I’ll show you in pictures.

First, I crossed the 150 pounds lost mark:

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Left: me, minus 154 pounds. This is what I’ve lost since June 2013, when I began pre-op dieting. Right: me, minus 195 pounds–what I’m down from my heaviest recorded weight.

I’m nearly down 200 from my highest weight ever. I am now at the weight that it seems most folks who have the sleeve START at when they have surgery. This is both fantastic to me and distressing at the same time. Fantastic because I never imagined I’d be in this weight range, but distressing because I feel like I still have so much more to go to get to my goal.  I am feeling bones in places I have never felt them before, and seeing a body shape that I didn’t realize I had, and I’m wondering if perhaps 170 might be too thin?  I guess I won’t know until I get down under 200 pounds, but that isn’t going to happen for a while yet.

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Identity Crisis

At what point does your weight start defining you?

At what point does your weight stop defining you?

This week in therapy, I talked about how I felt as though I never let my weight define me in the first place.

My family did that for me.

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