Excerpt from ‘I Gained Weight’ via Fit Mama Training
So I’ve taken more rest days in the last month than I have in almost 2 years. Not being able to workout is really hard for me. It has become a very important part of my mental health and I look forward to it (almost) everyday.It makes me feel strong, refreshed, clear-headed, calm and powerful. I did not feel those things lying on the couch with a box of kleenex.
Holidays happened. I ate well. And by well I mean prime rib and mashed potatoes. I had every intention of eating the amazing holiday food, just not all the mediocre stuff before. And that I did.
My stomach has also been jacked up in this mess so I wasn’t able to rest and eat lots of fresh produce. I don’t know about you, but when my stomach is churning a big leafy spinach pile doesn’t sound like a good idea.
So I gained weight. Not a lot. My measurements have changed. Not a lot. But I am bigger than I was at the beginning of last month. Here’s the kicker.
I don’t give a shit.
Isn’t that amazing? I think it’s amazing.
For my entire life I have been acutely aware of my size. All the time. I can’t remember a social occasion/school dance/ college party that I walked into and didn’t immediately think “I’m the fattest one here.” Man, that’s sad. Sometimes I don’t even realize the extent of my own former demons until I post them for the world to see. But we are only as healthy as our secrets, and being fearful of admitting my own doesn’t help anyone.