This is Debra's concept not mine. I haven't figured how to do link things yet so go to "Weighing on Debra's Mind" for the original idea.
This concept will not let go of me. My fat as stored energy. An investment I have made over the years from which I can now draw. Gor blimey. Like a bank account. For a woman who has stored up waaaay too much of everything for fear of running out this is a profound idea. My fat has value other than as a flotation device. I have the means on my hips to power my dreams. Chokes me up.
I have seen my fat as a cover, shield, millstone around more than just my neck, curse and as an advertisement for sloth. I have never see it for what it physiologically is, fuel. Fuel for life. Fuel for movement, involvement, joy, sadness, anger, introspection, prayer, parenting, working, befriending and cat brushing. Unused calories turn into stored fat. Stored fat is to be used in lean times (ho, ho) and for energy for the extras of daily life. My daily life has been sadly lacking in extras. Gad how painful that is to write. Must give us pause....
Am grieving with the couch potato part of me but will move on. A strong work ethic, poor role models and a confused self understanding have robbed my life of extras. I kept storing up energy to use for those extras but just never got around to them. But by damn that is going to change. I am not going to wait until I am old to wear purple and waltz in the kitchen.
We bought bicycles on Saturday.
I have to mourn my lost years. I have to reflect on who told me I was not entitled to the extras. I have to beat the crap out of a log with a red plastic bat. I have to cry, a lot.
Hug your stored energy and think of all the extras you can add to your lives. Take care of yourselves.