I gained 13 lbs over the Christmas break.
In fourteen days, I went from weighing 142 lbs to 155 lbs.
That’s a big gain on my 5′ 4” frame in two weeks.
Noticeable to you? Perhaps, but probably not.
Recognized by me? No doubt.
Some of it water weight? I suppose.
But I gained more than weight over the holidays, and the more significant gain benefited not only me but my spouse and kids too.
This extended vacation and the self-inflicted, highly encouraged by my family lackadaisical and go-with-the-eating-flow attitude I held on to all break long, opened my eyes to the surprisingly heavy emotional weight of my actual physical weight on my happiness and how un-beneficial and ridiculous that is.
So, no, I’m got going to dwell on the pounds I gained, when instead I can focus on what else I procured during this time like
And those gains are the ones that deserve recognition as they speak to my mental and emotional growth as a typically appearance-centric, self-conscious, approval-seeking woman in my thirties.
I may have arrived home a bit heavier, but I can assure you I feel lighter.
I gained some pounds sure, but I shed the disdain I feel over them.
I didn’t lose any weight, but I did rid myself of the idiotic belief that I needed or need to in the first place.
While I’m not saying that you need to go on an eating and drinking frenzy to have fun, I am absolutely maintaining that if you do, you shouldn’t feel a damn ounce of guilt over it.
My weight is up.
That’s a fact.
But, so are my spirits.
And that’s a more important one.
This piece originally appeared at Jthreenme, published with permission.