I’m Barb Cooper and I am fluffier than I’ve ever been without a child emerging from my body, like in the next two days. And that ain’t happening so I think we all know what I’m trying to say.
I’ve sort of had an on-again, off again love affair with my body. I was bulimic for much of my teens and all of my twenties (off) including the time when I was going through cancer treatment (off.) I beat the cancer but didn’t think I could ever have children. (Off.) And then I got healthy (on), discovered exercise as means of keeping my demons at bay (on) and miraculously became pregnant not once, but twice. (On! On!)
I’m 42 and earlier this year, I had major reconstructive foot surgery, which ended my days as a runner. But even before I had to quit running, my weight had crept up a bit –which is probably some sort of passive aggression toward my husband who continues to get in better and better shape. He looks better than he did in High School. Me? Not so much. I have thirty pounds to lose now and I need to find a new form of exercise that doesn’t make me want to cry. I need it, not only because my metabolism is so slow but also to manage the stress of our impending move from Texas to Long Island.
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I’m really looking forward to trying something new because everything else I’ve tried has pretty much been an abysmal failure. I’ve joined Weight Watchers no fewer than eight times and never lost more than five pounds –you would think that would be a clue that maybe I was throwing my money away but um… well, no.
Anyway, thanks for letting me play.