As I suspect so often happens, this blog began as one thing and became another.
It began as “The Adventures of a Binge Eater Taking Her Body Back After Menopause” but in writing it, I’ve realised that as with all human beings, my body is far more than my weight: like all of us, my body has become a battleground, fought over by scientists, governments, cultures, factions and the diet industry. It is something by which I am judged and by which I judge myself. As with all women, and increasingly men, the beauty of my body is currency and can earn or lose me respect, opportunities and admiration.
I’ve always been fortunate enough to be on the right side of that equation, to have the kind of body which earns me the approval of my culture; however, my body has disfunctioned. I was injured and as a result I gained weight – and so the beauty bank called in my overdraft and closed my account. I became invisible.
I’m not resentful about that. I’ve had my time in the sun and I have to be willing to spend my share of time in the shade. However, I want to drag my body back to full health and fitness; to feel strong and enjoy the freedom of a body that moves easily and gracefully again; to love my body again and, who knows, perhaps to share it with a lover again.
So there’s a long road ahead of me, with mountains to climb and twists and turns to navigate; and along the way I’ll be doing battle with diet, diagnoses and demons.
And seeing as both you and I are human, my demons are probably the same as your demons – so why don’t you come with me?