Rooing Me

Several years ago, my mother told me something. I know, that's what Moms are for! But, Moms sometimes have to plant a seed and leave it, because it needs to internalize, and grow.

Mom had read an article about the way we look at things. When we lose money, we try to find it, or regain it. When I lose a book, a skein of yarn, or whatever, I look until I have found it. But then, we talk about losing weight. If I "lose" weight, shouldn't there be a directive, deeply buried in my mind, that I should retrieve it?

This time around, it isn't about losing for me. It is about regaining. Regaining health, shape, fun. Regaining time with my adult children.

Older breeds of sheep "roo". When the time is right, their body sends a signal, and the fleece breaks. As they wander around, the fleece catches on rocks, on trees, on bushes -- until the sheep is free of that encumbrance. I suspect, watching other animals shed their winter coat, they also roll in the dirt, trying to get that heavy weight off.

This time is right for me. I am rooing my excess poundage. As I move around, the weight will slowly drop off. Not all at once, life isn't like that. Not easily, I put in on and am responsible for each step that will take it off. Just as a sweater is knit one stitch at a time, so my health will knit back together.

I do NOT claim that rooing excess will cure my asthma, food intolerances, whatever. I am planning on increased cardiovascular health for my body. Less work for my heart and lungs. Blood pressure normal. Whatever gifts come from this, I will be happy.