I spent two days in bed last week. My back was killing me and I had a constant headache. My friend Charis brought it to my attention that 22 lbs recently passed out of my body and through my kidneys and perhaps I should drink more water. Then I remembered the pattern: every time I have a big drop on the scale, I spent half the day before in the washroom. For lack of a more delicate phrase, I’m peeing out the pounds. And the best way to keep the processing plant healthy is to keep things flowing.
The Mayo Clinic recommends 9 cups a day – or 2.2 litres for women. I live in Calgary – and if you’ve every been here, you know it’s so dry you’ll have chapped lips before you leave the airport. With this in mind, I’m drinking more water. About 2.5 litres a day – more if I have time. Now, before you go fitting me for a halo, I don’t love water. And I drink it with flavouring. And the flavouring has aspartame. But you’re going to have to cut me some slack, because it’s better than it was and today, that’s ok by me.
My back still hurts a little after sitting for a long stretch, but I think that’s because my inner jock is getting frustrated with my outer fat girl and just wants to get on with it already – I may be trying to do a little more than my lower back is comfortable supporting. Chill, inner jock – your time will come.
As if my kidneys and my clutter were cosmically connected, I began to yearn to clear out our spare room. On Saturday, we tackled it. We got rid of a lot of stuff. Old stuff. Stuff I’ve been moving around with me from place to place, year after year. Sound familiar? Me, my junk and a couple hundred extra pounds. I threw out photos of people I used to know and things I used to like. I tossed the beginnings of things and pieces of things. And some things I’d finished, too. And I kept some things. I kept love letters. I kept pictures of my sister and I. I kept souvenirs from my travels. Things that make me happy and proud and light.
After it was all done, I sat on the couch and began to cry. I hadn’t thrown away anything that I didn’t want to – nothing important. They weren’t tears of loss or grief. They were cleansing tears. Water was again moving remnants of the past out of my body. Dozens of pounds, decades of stuff and a lifetime of holding on to hurt and stress and fear are slowly flowing out of my space to make room for a new life of possibility.
Love and Light,
P.S. It occurs to me I don’t have a lot of pictures at heavier weights…I probably threw them away. Or, if I’m being completely honest, I’m not trying that hard to find them. Hmmmm….fodder for another post, another day.