It’s not what you weigh . . .

I wish I had understood this concept as a much younger woman, but . . . 
I am as thin as I’ll ever be – really.  I weigh about four pounds more than I did when I graduated from high school.  sure, it’s all in different places and it doesn’t look quite as nice, but this is it for me. I do not strive to maintain this weight. I’m active, but I don’t run or anything that might cause me to pee my pants. For now, that’s the weight my body seems happy with. I eat what I like mostly – bacon, butter, chocolate even the rare bologna sandwich (on Wonder bread with mayo!). I think I’m just where I am supposed to be and I don’t fight it. In this, I know I’m lucky. I spent ages 12-22 or so (and beyond) counting calories and agonizing over every single thing that went into my mouth. I am happy to be free of that and am grateful to be free of that. If, as get get EVEN OLDER, I need to pay more attention to what I’m eating, I think I can do it in a sane way.

I don’t look fat, but I don’t strike anyone as delicate or tiny.  I’m a solidly built person who 100 years ago would likely have been birthing children between pulling the plow (because, you know us, the mule would be sick lol). 

Yesterday, as I was taking Andy and two neighbor boys to Rock Springs, we stopped at a grocery store for water and ice (Publix for those of you who know the store) and they all had to weigh themselves on the big old-fashioned scale.  C has grown about 8″ this summer.  He’s 12 and nearly 1 1/2 years older than Andy and Paul.  C maxed out at 108 lbs – I have to look up to talk to him now, but I could squash him like a bug if I sat on him!. Yes, the boy is en route to being a super model.  Andy, who is built a lot like his sturdy parents and is about 5’2″ is 93 pounds.  Andy’s best friend since diapers is about 5′, all legs and has a much more delicate bone structure than Andy, weighed in at 75.  He was horrified.  We talked and walked through the grocery store. Andy, since they were babies, has always outweighed Paul by 10-15 lbs even when they were the same height. Andy’s not fat, Paul’s not underfed. They look the same, even now and especially when they’re swimming. I assured Paul that with size 10 feet, odds were he would be a tall, lean man but that everyone grows at different times. I offered to buy him a stick of butter to eat with lunch.  All the boys thought that was a riot.  :::sigh:::: It’s so hard to grow up.  
Still, I’m grateful to be dealing with boys.  I don’t quite get them, but if you are honest and upfront, they get you for the most part.  There was no more discussion of who weighed what or who was taller or anything. It just rolled off their backs and we went on to the next thing – whistling.  Whew!!!!!!  I don’t know if it would have been the same if I had had three girls with me.  Bullet dodged.

Anyone have good instructions for how to whistle with your index finger and thumb in kind of a circle as you stick them in your mouth?  I can do it with two hands, but they want to be able to do it with one hand because it’s cooler. 

2 thoughts on “It’s not what you weigh . . .

  1. I can't do that whistle either!

    I worried about my weight on and off until my early thirties, so you smartened up Way ahead of me, but I agree it is very freeing to let it go. I eat reasonably, exercise as much as I feel like, and don't obsess.
    In our family, though, my boy is Much more concerned with his weight than my girl. Which surprises the heck out of me. Travis has gotten tall and thin, but he weighs more than his (shorter) friends (and more than his mother, which was a weird milestone) and he is bothered by this. Katie is only nine, but at this point (and I pray it lasts!) she is happy with her body.

    Publix is one of the few things from Florida that I Really Miss! Oh my gosh! I grew up with it and didn't realize how Totally Inferior all other grocery stores are.

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