It is at this point in my life when it would be very nice to look in the mirror and really like what I see. I’d like to stand in front of the mirror and say “Yeah, baby! He’s a fool to leave such a fine lookin’ woman! You are HOT, you babe you!!”
My entire body and face seem to have reacted to this news all on their own.
My natural genetic make-up/recipe includes the bony, angular contributions of my father’s side combined with the ample, sculptured look of my mother’s side of the family. Instead of these components blending together like a good smooth yogurt, the result was more like the fruit on the bottom variety, with my hips lending the weight and heft to the lighter top half.
I lost about nine pounds the first week after HOB left. Unfortunately I had no control where the weight dropped off. (Shouldn’t I have least been granted that favor?) Instead of leveling things out a bit, the weight loss seems to have only amplified the differences in upper, middle and lower body.
Indeed, I now look a bit like an odd Lego character whose head, torso and lower half are made up of parts from three different sets of characters.
My head is extremely small anyway, and my regular readers know my hair woes. Even my hair seems to be reacting to my emotional state these days by wanting to burrow in and sleep on my head. No amount of chemicals worked on, left on, or sprayed on will get it up and out, volumized and vivacious. No. It refuses. It gets all insecure. And it gets worse as the day goes on. By mid-afternoon, it is frantically clinging to my head as though in a continual Moro reflex.
Unfortunately, I have also lost weight in my face—a place where the there is not a lot of padding to begin with. (I am one of those rare people who actually looks better than normal just after dental surgery.) “Gaunt” is a word that comes to mind these days.
Even with all this weight loss, on my hips have remained the same. It is as though I have had plastic implants placed on the sides of my hipbones. These suckers don’t melt away. They remain firm.
Don’t get me wrong. I generally love my body and am grateful to it for the work it does. I am trying my best to take care of it. I am feeding it more regularly now, and so some of the weight I lost has returned.
(However, the face weight seems to have taken off to Hawaii and won’t be returning any time too soon. Hope it’s having a good time. Aloha.)
Oh, and yesterday while looking at that face, I discovered I had an age spot AND a pimple within the same square inch on my face.