Lucky

So I recently discovered that I've gained enough weight that I won't fit into my favorite skirt. After that, I made a commitment (with Joey) to take better care of my body, so I can fit into that skirt.

The age of 26 has faced me with those teenage issues I didn't have to deal with back in the day....gaining weight and acne. I know I'm not fat fat, I'm just skinny fat (my sister Amber showed me a picture, looks like me right now), but I want to be healthy. I've gotten the acne under control with a pretty intense face wash and routine, and now it's time to tackle the weight gain (which, will mostly likely also help with the acne).

I am so lucky that I am in this situation. That sounds crazy, doesn't it? Let me explain my thoughts on that: I have gained weight because I've been eating too much of the delicious food out here in California combined with having a job that involves sitting on the phone for hours at a time. I'm so lucky I live in a place where I can gain weight, and it can be a problem-issue for me. The food that it took to get me here was fantastic, and as far as the job....well I'm just lucky to have an income. I don't have to scrape around for food, it is so plentiful that if I'm not careful I end up buying too much and some of it goes bad in my refrigerator, or else it lines my tummy and thighs.

I am lucky that my body has reacted to my unhealthy lifestyle in such a normal way. I'm lucky that I'm still perfectly healthy, just not the size I was for literally thirteen years. I'm so lucky my body is forcing me to take a real, good look, and start taking care of it (finally). I remember when I was 20, my old roommate, Maren, took a look at what I ate and said "There are so many reason's why you should be a big fat girl, but you just aren't!" I always remembered that, because it rang true to me. I was lucky then, not to gain weight and have more image issues than I already did. I am lucky now to have gained weight and be forced to get healthy again.

And now I'm thinking to myself, I am lucky that I can see my problem in such an optimistic way. It is such a little problem, a tiny thing, my appearance, but I'd like that to be nice. I'd like to wear my favorite skirt. And I can, with a lot of self-control. This is going to be good for me. I will more carefully eat different, delicious food. And I'll exercise more, which will give me energy.

I think my point here is something I've been thinking about for the last little while. We need an outlook change out here in the first world. Some of our problems are actually results of blessings, maybe recognizing that will lessen the sting of the problem. I'm so excited to take this journey to become a better, healthier person. I hope that will help me take this outlook into the other aspects of my life.