Cha, Cha, Cha, Changes

It's inherent in any journey and over the past month, I've contemplated each change.  The exterior changes are somewhat obvious, perhaps more to others than myself.  The internal, more personal ones, hold my attention.  My body feels harder in some places; stronger.  I don't wobble like the weeble I used to be.  The stronger core that Jacob means to develop, supports me in a way I haven't felt in years.  Yoga finally makes sense to me and I cherish each session.  My breathing is deeper; calming and soothing.  My menopausal mind stills; focuses so I can find my way.  The Latin dance gives me a sensual feeling.  My hips sway when I walk.  I love my breasts again.  My shoulders slide back and I feel beautiful.  My wild-child hair twists and wraps its own way.  Whether it shrinks into a short wave cap or swings loosely to its own song, this hair frees my spirit and crowns this new body.

The weight stays constant; no less and no more than a few pounds.  The inches creep down like a slow barge.  But, the distribution?  The changes I feel and see motivate me to continue the journey.  I've been told I don't need to lose 60 more pounds.  And while I would love to believe that, I cannot.  The excitement to meet Skinny Me in person is just too great.  So, slowly we move down the path.  I'll meet you on the other side.

And away we go...