I ran into an old friend the other day. She looked amazing! As someone in the fitness industry, I am always curious as to how people have achieved their weight loss. You never know who has discovered the next best thing. “You look great”, I say. “How did you do it?” (Which in hind sight was a really stupid question coming from me. I already know the only correct answer… she burned more calories than she took in) “Well,” she said. “I am going through a divorce” Not really the answer I expected. Hollywood diet, ran a marathon, hired a personal trainer 🙂 was a contestant on Survivor. Those answers would have been understandable. So I reacted like any other woman would have. Outwardly I empathized and encouraged. Inwardly I made it about me…How come I go through a divorce and I gain weight? Life is so unfair! How come she gets to look 10 years younger and I don’t? “Let’s get together for coffee soon”, I say. ” You really do look great” I say. After my self absorbed pity party, I tried to find the answer to the divorce diet mystery. Why do so many women lose weight during a divorce and I managed to gain weight?
As I look back over the years of chaos and instability in my marriage, I realized one of the main things that helped me stay sane and antidepressant free was exercise. I felt a real affinity with Forrest Gump during those years (sadly enough, I could even relate to the growth of facial hair, but that is a whole other blog) Once I was out of the stress and chaos, the couch and one of Carter’s cookies seemed like a much more comfortable place to be. I was more peaceful. Rested. Relaxed. And, 10 pounds heavier. (probably more, but I have an image to uphold as a fitness professional so we will just pretend it is 10lbs) I truly am happy that my friend looks great after her divorce diet, she deserves at least that. And now I am looking at my 10 pounds with a little more affection. I’ll take peaceful, rested and relaxed over a size smaller any day. (well, I still miss my old jeans) I guess it really wasn’t such a mystery after all. Now, if you will excuse me, I’ve got to go for a run….