Knowledge is a powerful thing. We can use it for greatness or use it against the natural order of the life that God has given us. That’s with every single thing in life. Just because you know how to make a bomb, does not mean you have to use it to destroy others. Nope, even the “baddest” technology can be for a greater good.
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Now, my issue today isn’t that complicated. In fact, in the scheme of the universe it’s a small issue, but for me, it weights heavy on my heart and in my freaking back, tummy and arms. Two weeks ago, I made a declaration about my weight. I laid out a good argument on why I need to hit the gym. I was good that week and then last week it went to hell in a hand basket.
My nights were so sleepless last week that I was dragging and cranky all week. Everything I did was a struggle because of sleep deprivation. That’s why I didn’t blog last week. I was too tired and cranky to even think. Menopause is kicking my tail. I guess they call it pre- menopausal. I haven’t stop my menstrual cycle just yet, I have one every 2-5 months, but these night sweats and mood swings have been all consuming. Let me tell you, waking up from sleep in the middle of the night because it feels like you are on fire from the inside is not pretty. Waking up twice in the middle of the night is like a nightmare from hell.
When I made it to therapy last week, I thought that I was losing my mind. We tried to unpack this issue as best as we could. The fact of the matter is I have a lot of discipline and I do every single thing I put my mind to, so what is the darn problem?
The size 2 suit is to big. Look at the looseness in the arms.
Maybe there are a few issues. One problem I think is that somewhere deep inside, I’m feeling a tad defeated by HIV in the area of weight. I started out 20 years ago in a size 8 at my lowest, a steady 10 and a 12, when I was eating more than moving.
Then I made a transition to AIDS and in 4 months I went from a 12 to a 10, to a 8, to a size 6. Then I went from a size 6 to a 4 and stayed there a while. And then I went to a size 2 to a 0. I stayed there for a while and that’s when I started to see death staring me in the face. Every time I looked in the mirror, death said to me, “I’m waiting.” I’m so glad that God has power over death.
Then I started the new HIV medications and I went back up to a size 6 and I stayed there for almost two years. Then after a couple of years on the new HIV medication my weight shifted. I woke up one morning and I was a size 14 at the top part of my body, a 8 at my waist line and a 2 at my thighs. I was a hot freaking mess and I cried all the time. HIV lipodystrophy is a trip.
Can you image the clothes drama that I have had with all these size changes with HIV? Can you image what it’s like to go from magazine cover ready to photo shop ready?
At one point after my weight shifted, I was able to get it under control. I met this trainer Cornell McCleanen and working out became a way of life. I was able to get the top part of my body to a 8-10, and the waist down to a 4 and build the bottom up so I didn’t look so freakin disproportionate.