i think that i may be the only woman in the country who weighs less than her drivers license says.

my license says two hundred and fifty pounds.

as of sunday, i weighed two hundred thirty five.

when i met nathan, six years ago, i weighed about two hundred fifteen pounds, and was taking drugs to help me lose weight. after he and i had been together for a while, the doctor wouldn't give me any more drugs, and so i went off of them and slowly started gaining weight again.

when i met sigrid, i was in sophomore year at college, and i weighed probably one eighty or one ninety.

i weighed probably about what i do now when i met james.

weight is a fraught subject for me. i know so many people who are trying to lose weight, or who wish they could, or whatever. my mom has in my memory always been fat, and now she's gotten her stomach stapled, to help her lose weight. my sister has been trying to eat healthier and to do her taebo tape, and she's lost some weight, and although it makes me nervous, it seems to be working out all right for her.

i've been going to swim therapy once a week for the past six months or so, and i really like it. it's good that i'm more active, and it doesn't strain me (well, except for when i get too enthusiastic with the karate kicks, and that's my own damn fault).

anyhow.

i'm quite enjoying being fat and happy and well loved. i think that this is a solution that would work for many more people than are willing to try it.