The Skinny

So lately I find that almost everyone is asking me about my weight... Now, they aren't asking me in an unkind, oh, my god, look how skinny you are way (or are they?), but it keeps coming up. So, the reality is that in times of stress, I just get skinnier... I know, gee, what a problem to have. But, the truth is that I don't set out to make that happen, and I am truly not that excited about having my pants falling down all of the time.

A good friend of mine once said that "it's better to be fat and happy, than skinny and sad". She said that to me at a time when she was separated from her husband and I was going through my divorce. And she is so right... The fact is that when I am stressed out and so full of anxiety, it doesn't matter what I eat, I just burn it all off through sheer mental agony.

I did spend time with my doctor to make sure this was a stress "thing" and not something else... She told me that I was perfectly healthy, but that I had "too many things on my plate" and I needed to get some help and make some changes. Basically, she told me I have too much stress... Hey, thanks for the news bulletin.

So the bottom line is that I KNOW I have too much stress and I KNOW that somehow I need to manage it all better...but how? I don't really know that I can take things off my plate or make any radical changes in my life...even if I need to. Until I figure that out...yes, I am skinny and I plan to strut around in my smallest pants and enjoy it while it lasts.