Better Than the Alternative Tuesdays: Weight

Guys, I’m in midterm week month, so blogs may be shorter or non-existent until things settle down over here in Crazy Town. But it’s Tuesday so let’s not forget why it’s good to be here instead of the alternative.

Weight.

It’s become a nasty word in the world these days, wouldn’t you say?

Gaining weight. Weight of the world. Light-weight.

It’s not too long ago that the word weight carried a negative connotation to me as well. Yet recently, I’ve begun to embrace it.

What is weight to you? (Image courtesy of shutterstock.com)

What is weight to you?

There is nothing more comforting or calming to me than to feel the weight of my husband against me.

A hug, a hand, or when he is recruited to be my blanket because I just can’t get warm enough in the winter. I breathe easier, my heart rate slows down, and I almost always fall asleep.

Something about the weight of my hand in his.

Something about the weight of my hand in his.

When I was recovering from surgery, it was all about the weight. Was I eating? Was it leaving me properly in my new device? Too fast? Too slow? Was I gaining weight?

Despite one person’s comment that my 20 pound weight loss was (after a 5-day hospital stay and one organ removed) “looking good” on me, gaining weight was a top priority post-op. Both times post-op, actually.

GI surgery means things get scary in that world and weight gain = success!!! Normally a dirty phrase in my world, I was thrilled to see the scale headed back toward my normal.

I was healthy again. Weight was a good thing.

Feels good to be healthy again.

Feels good to be healthy again.

And there is nothing in the world that feels better than having the weight of a baby on your shoulder as you rock her to sleep.

My little angel niece.

My little angel niece.

My sister-in-law was always asking if it was too much for me to have her lying on me or if she was heavy in my arms. Heavy? Psh. Weight is no matter when my little Peanut needs to be rocked to sleep. I shooed her away and held Peanut as long as I possibly could.

Like Obi-wan says, there is no house so peaceful as the house of a newborn baby.

I don’t mind feeling the weight anymore. It reminds me to be calm, to be grateful, to be present. And that’s certainly Better Than the Alternative.

Now go out and run.

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2 thoughts on “Better Than the Alternative Tuesdays: Weight

  1. Abby- That was the most inspiring discussion of weight I’ve had in a long time. Typical weight talk consists of loss, loss,loss. How much do I need to lose?, How much do you need to lose?, Oh, she’s on Weight Watchers,good for her, You’re so lucky , I wish I had your disease!!!!!! That’s where I pull out of the conversation or black out of it.
    Not only does the world revolve itself through multi-media with weight loss, but to wish you were sick-IS JUST PLAIN SICK!! And it has been said to me on various occasions. How it breaks my heart the desperation of wanting to lose weight so bad that people will go to extremes just to be thin. Except, the right way,with food and exercise.
    After surgery, being 85 lbs. gaining was a good alternative. Little did I know I would gain,gain,gain myself up to 130 lbs.. I wasn’t happy. I just wanted to gain enough to be a normal weight, not have to go out and buy a new wardrobe. I couldn’t eat without gaining and looking back my body was so starved it held on to every morsel of food I gave it. Plus, my body was getting adjusted to an entire new way of being. I couldn’t handle the weight gain and started involving myself in those conversations of desperation of how to get the weight off.
    If people said I looked good, I took it as I was fat. A lot of therapy later, I realized that it wasn’t about food as much as it was about having a chronic intestinal disease, a new illeostomy to deal wit , forever, and what foods worked in my body and what didn’t.
    I am happy to say I am down 15 lbs and back to a normal weight for me.Enough to be able to lose if I get sick and not fall under the scary weight that can easily happen when you land in the hospital for 10 days resting your intestines with just ice chips.

    So,I’m really glad you brought this up tonight because I love the weight of my dogs lying on me to snuggle, a bunch of blankets on top of me on a cold night(sorry no boyfriend and the ex-husbands been out of the picture since my 1st surgery in 02) and the weight of my little infant cousins sitting on me and hanging out. That’s weight I don’t want to lose or diet off!!!!!!!
    Thanks again Abby-
    Run girl Run!!!!!!!!!!!!
    Kerriann

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