This journey that I’ve been on is a journey of self-preservation.
It’s more than just an interest in losing weight. It’s about reclaiming my identity.
I’m not looking for a mate; I’m postmenopausal.
I’m looking for myself. I’m looking to become, again, the person that I was before life’s tragedies interfered with my body type.
So it’s bigger.
It’s a bigger, bigger challenge and a more interesting path that I’m on.
Losing the weight I’ve carried all these years is a monumental step toward the healing I’ve been working on the past few years.
It’s a way, metaphorically, to erase– to disappear– all the layered anguish and self-protection.
To allow myself to be myself free from fear.
Addendum: I’m currently at the lowest weight since I began this blog in 2008. I’ve also finally broke through into the 30s in BMI. So, it’s working. Slowly, but surely.