To start this story where it should end I have no desire to become thin.
I feel I have nothing in common with white affluent “Influencer” women who proselytize getting a “beach body.”
Using the term Thinspiration alarms me. No one needs to be thin if they’re going to go on a crazy “diet” to try to whittle down to their bones.
My body is at its “fighting weight” now. Which is great because by exercising I can burn off the anger I have at the injustice in society.
Hello folks–it wasn’t my goal to lose 20 pounds in the last 2 years. Nor do I like using the word “thin” or “skinny” to describe my body or anyone else’s body.
From the time I was 22 until I turned 23–in only one year–I gained 30 pounds. At five feet tall I was unhappy weighing 138 pounds. In the early 1990s I had about 5 sessions with an M.D. who had a practice focused on nutrition.
It took me 6 years to lose the extra weight.
In my forties I weighed 125 pounds.
Three months before I turned 46 I was going through a hard time. Suddenly and out of nowhere I told myself: “You must start lifting weights.”
Not at all so that I could lose weight or become “thin” or “skinny.”
I decided to lift weights as a coping mechanism for the emotional pain I was in. In March of this year I celebrated my 10th Anniversary of lifting weights.
So I went out and bought a cool DKNY pocketbook as a reward.
Again: the goal is not to be thin or skinny.
In the coming blog entries I’ll talk more about my weight lifting practice. I will review 3 health and fitness books that are right-on.
Too I will talk about my Left of the Dial lifestyle that is predicated on this motto: