I wear a lot of different hats in my job. I’m an office assistant by title, but I do order fulfillment, shipping, accounts payable and receivable, customer service, social media, IT and more. Whew! I know, a lot! Luckily, it’s a small company so I’m not running around like a madwoman (except when I am).
The other day I was packing up some orders to be shipped and as I was weighing them to create the proper shipping label and all and it occurred to me that I hadn’t weighed myself in a couple of years. I hesitated at first, “Am I in the right frame of mind for this?” “What does it matter anyway?!” and so I stepped onto the scale.
I didn’t hold my breath or suck anything in or take off my shoes or what have you. Nope, I just stepped carefully onto the scale and looked down to see what it read:
Three hundred and Twenty-Five Pounds
And the most surprising part was that my only reaction was a smile. I didn’t feel bad or guilty or filled with shame. This was a bit surprising as all past weigh ins would have me nearly palpitating or tearful. No, this was new, this was fucking progress!!! I say this not to brag, but merely to share that my journey, with no destination in mind, does continue and I can grow and change and embrace every last pound of weight my body carries.
This was precisely my weight the last time I weighed myself. I know I had lost and regained last spring (due to stress), but the fact that my body is back to this stable weight made me feel good, solid, reliably me! Yay! This is me, folks!
Hi, My name is Sarah. I’m 5’4″ and weight 325 lbs. I’m 35 years old, nearly divorced (but living as a single lady) and happy as fuck to meet you! <3
ETA: Any number, age/weight/etc, doesn’t mean a damned thing about your worth! I realized that all of the shame I felt about my weight before was through the lens of other’s judgments. Fuck that and them! 😉