Chronicles of a Late Bloomer

Well, it’s happened again (and, not surprisingly, at just about the same weight). My Superman ring now fits on my index finger. When I first got it as a gift, 9 years ago, it only fit on my ring finger. Then, I lost a little weight and I’ve worn it on my middle finger ever since. This week — schwoop! Another change.

It’s sort of cool to go to therapy once a week. Because my therapist is also an artist, she is somewhat attuned to the visual weight of shapes and spaces. In a way, going to see her provides a kind of visual weigh-in. I go there with the same regularity that Weight Watchers uses for their weekly weigh-in — once a week, at the same time each week. It’s great for measuring progress, and my therapist shared her mental notes on my body’s weight loss pattern this week.

She said she notices it in my face and neck first. Then my hands and wrists. Next stop? Arms. Her prediction was evidenced this week in another wardrobe staple:

I’ve owned that jacket for about 3 years. When I bought it, I remember thinking, “Well, it’s too small to button, but it’s cute and I can just wear it open.” And I have worn it open. I’ve worn it a lot. This jacket has a cute cut and so, even when it was far, far too tight, I’ve worn it in family portraits, dance clubs, and holiday parties. Having few other alternatives, I’ve worn it.

This week, though, I can suddenly button it. All the way from top to bottom. In fact, I can button it with a little room to spare. The extra room is also noticeable in my arms, just as my therapist predicted. They aren’t squashed into the denim tubes like sausage casings. They sort of just ride in there. Cozy-like. Comfortable.

And even though I wore the jacket unbuttoned on Monday, I still got a lot of compliments on my “new” jacket. New. Jacket.

Old jacket. New body.

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