As I mentioned in my last post, I had brunch/lunch with my dad yesterday. He hasn’t seen me in a few weeks. He said, “You’re looking good. Fit.” He pat-slapped me on the belly. “You’re getting that gut under control.”
Except I’m not. Weight hasn’t changed except by a couple of pounds in a year and a half. This is my weight. Maybe I can redistribute it from fat to muscle and bone, but it’s not going to be going away. Even so, there’s definitely changes. I think that all the toe touches and belly-twisting exercises are finally starting to reach my core. I sit differently, and I stand differently, and I work differently. It’s challenging in some ways: I’m putting my computer in different places around the house, and working in different locations, because how I sit and work is changing my work-flows. It’s weird. How does one manage these changes?
I’m not aware of the day-to-day changes, but my dad is, and this meet-up was a good reminder that I’ve changed quite a bit from how I used to be. I’m projecting energy differently, and I’m embodying energy differently, and I like how these things work out.
