Pondering People are like teddy bears; they are nicest when they are brand new or when they're worn at the ears and nose from years of love with stuffing knocked about from many adventures. I had my stuffing pulled out by my surgeon and it is one of the biggest adventures of my life, both emotionally and physically. I have lost and gained (not talking the extra poundage here) along the way.
There is something incredibly liberating about facing your own mortality and flirting with your survival instinct. It is utterly priceless - a life adventure. Most people who have pulled a mooner in the face of death tend to live life fuller, love deeper, risk more, are kinder and more forgiving of others. Thats the way everyone should be, but it takes some major event to scare the shit out of you before you take a long hard look at yourself and what you feel about everything.
What was the purpose of this blog post? Just a vent, another peer at myself fugly morning mirror look at myself and sorting it out for the day. How being a little podgy is not the end of the world, that I've come a very long way and I'm not who I used to be. What a fabulous thing! I wouldn't change any of it.