Last night, a very ‘together’ friend of mine was talking about self-esteem and the way we see ourselves. She said, ‘sure, when I look in the mirror I think I need to brush my hair and I could lose five pounds…’
What is it with us and the last five pounds? I can’t tell you how many of my female friends want to lose them. If you’ve been reading this blog, you know I’ve gained 10 pounds this year and am making peace with it. Yet, it will still go through my head, ‘if I could only lose five, I’d be great and happy and satisfied and fine’. I laugh at myself, because I’m not doing one single thing to lose even an ounce, but still the thought comes to mind. And, OF COURSE, five pounds are ridiculous!
But what is that thinking? Five pounds take on such great ‘weight’ and meaning. If I lose them, I am fine? happy? great? That’s what it takes for me to gain peace of mind (and body)? And by the way, five pounds ago, I was hoping to lose the other five.
And so I re-set and remind myself I am just fine right now; that I am not the sum of a number on a scale; that my looks aren’t particularly important, but my heart is; and off I go to live my life, knowing all is well.
Still, I almost feel bad for the ‘last’ five pounds – no one wants them.