Spring: Around and Around I Go, Once Again Around
I will always be the fat woman walking and the aspirant thin girl running, running, running toward perfection, an elusive state of being. No matter what the scale says. In 2016, I never wanted to lose weight. At least I didn’t want to go through yet another diet and all the drama associated with it. I had reconciled with my increased body size; my higher, yet not-too-terrible, blood pressure; my daily Zantac and allergy pills; my slightly elevated cholesterol, my achy knees, my diminished energy levels; my skipped heartbeats, and my shortness of breath. I was old, after all, and these ailments were to be expected. I mean, at my age, what difference would it make that I, an old woman, am fat and out of shape? I certainly have a lot of company – most old women carry at least a little extra weight, especially around the middle. A few peers are normal weight, a few obese, even fewer underweight. The rest are dead… No one pays any attention to old women anyway, no mat...