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Gaining Weight
I've just begun
auditing my wardrobe.
So many items
no longer fit me.
At first
I reacted
in a negtive way
and then I stopped those thoughts
and began to comprehend
the reasons why
this was happening.
Three years ago
after Shaya died
I stopped eating
as much as I
usually do.
I lost a lot of weight
and tossed
many items
from my wardrobe.
I bought new items
in a smaller size.
Some people
who knew me
from many years ago
did not recognize me.
However
three years later
after some therapy,
sleeping better
and just feeling better,
those clothes no longer fit me.
I've gained weight.
Not that much,
just around the hips
what Buba Sarah called
my Marilyn Monroe hips.
I've even found
that food is tasting
much better.
I wrote about this
after the hypnotherapy session
in November 2024.
Lately
I've increased
the range of my food choices.
I've removed
not only
the clothes that no longer fit
but also my bad old ways.
They're gone.
I made a choice
of different clothes,
brightly coloured,
and more comfortable in fit,
for who I am right now.
So yes,
I did regain the weight
I lost,
but
I also changed the way
I was thinking.
I have a
sunny disposition
and a positive attitude
and I'm chalking up
many many wins.
II'm happy.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Geezer passed one comment, in an aside in one of the responses to me, about gaining weight and an association with feeling happier and better. That thought became the basis of this poem. I am quite content to have stacked back the hips I once had, because I understand that it means that I have made mental progress. It is so easy to ignore insomnia. It was only when Bruce pointed that out to me that I even acknowleged it. So many other people close to me said I had whacky hours. Thus, the weight gain became something more significant for me, a restoration, in some part of who I am.
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4 months 1 week ago
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tyro
4 months 1 week ago
it is so personal I already
it is so personal I already feel like a friend, just by reading it. Loved the flow, loved the intemacy, loved the crystel clarity.
Tyro
The Gogetter
4 months 1 week ago
Response to Tyro
Thank you Tyro. Sometimes when a comment is passed or an observation made, you can hear a poem in your head. When Geezer made that remark, it sparked something in me. I am glad that you liked the flow. It was personal. It was as if I moved from being one person, with Shaya, to another, on my own, without all the love and support he gave me. Not only his great cooking, which I could not resist, but also the fact that the weight I gained this time, was without him. I think this is the main message of the poem for me.