I haven't talked much on my blog about weight loss, because I try hard not to think about it. I try not to focus on any body issues I have or have had in the past and focus only on being healthy and happy. Some days this philosophy is easier to adhere to than other days, but mostly it is easy. I attribute that mostly to taking belly dance lessons with Roula Said. I am not sure how it happens, whether it is Roula or whether it is belly dance itself, but somehow you become aware that you are totally fucking fine exactly the way you are. It's magic.
The other thing is, talking about weight is pretty boring. And I have many other topics to bore you with.
Still, even if I don't expressly focus on it, the fact remains that I have lost a lot of weight since I became separated. I have lost at least 40 pounds. I wish I knew exactly how much, but I have no idea how much I weighed when I left Hamilton. I didn't want to know. But I do know that I was busting out of some size 16 pants. Busting out as in, "Breathing? Who needs to breathe?" I really needed bigger pants.
So I don't really want to talk about weight and losing it, or gaining it here. Running and yoga and dancing and cycling – the things that have made me healthy, okay, let's talk about those things. However, I received such a nice compliment today, that I wanted to mark it down here, to remind me how far I have come.
Diana and I used to work together at another company before we came to the firm and I had lunch with her today. She gave me an up-and-down look, which is not the kind of behaviour Diana, the most compassionate woman on Earth is known for, then said:
"Les, I think you are smaller now than when we worked at [that other place]."
Year I worked there: 2000.
Year I got married: 2000.