Oct. 28, 2005
Ok, so I’ve now lost 6.4 pounds, but from where did I lose it? As I took my evening shower, looking down over my torso, I failed to find anything amiss. I could still only see my toes protruding out beyond my bulging belly, the folds of fat on my back and... well... you get the picture.
Will I ever look like I once did in my youth? Do I even want to look like that again? Yes, I would like to take it down a notch or two, but what about the gravity bill I paid on my upper torso when I had my second child? And what about the road map on my belly, left behind by my first?
My mind began to wonder to times long gone, when I played my part in nurturing the children and caring for their needs. So much had taken its toll on my body... and yet... there’s more. The years have fled by, but in their path have been some wonderful moments that I shall cherish always. Yes... time has marked its passage on what I am on the outside, but it has also touched who I am on the inside.
Being older isn’t the worse thing in life... the worse thing is not valuing who we are and what we’ve become... for those who fail to esteem this treasure tend to neglect both.
Yes, I will care for this aging body, lose a few pounds, and build up again whatever muscle I can. But I will never expect to take away all of the signs of aging, for that would deny there is value in where I have been and what I have done with my life
