If you've followed me at all (and since you're reading this blog, I'm guessing you have), you know I've spent a LOT of time simplifying my life, decluttering my possessions, getting rid of junk and stuff. You might think, as I sometimes do, "There's nothing left to get rid of."
Well, surprise surprise, there is always more stuff I don't need. I look around, still, after all these years, and find stuff that makes me wonder why I still have it around. "Why did I keep that? Why do I have that? Why haven't I gotten rid of that before?" This week, I found more things to eliminate. Admittedly, the stuff I'm eliminating is getting smaller, and I have to look harder to find it. But I can always find something: papers, here, folders there, knick-knacks that have no purpose. And it always feels good.
In addition, I've lost something more important than "stuff." Over the last 4 weeks, since my last infusion, I've lost 10 pounds. Considering how fat I am, that's not much. But it's a start. I've been very conscious of what I've eaten the last month. I haven't been perfect, but I've been better than my size indicates.
Speaking of being fat, I know that's a politically incorrect term and I would never use it about another person. There are a lot of terms that seem less offensive. But I think using that adjective about myself is appropriate. By some measures (like BMI) I'm morbidly obese. By any measure I'm more than just overweight - I'm fat. I have at least 50 more pounds to lose to reach a healthy weight, and 70 more pounds would be great.
The point is: I'm working on an area of my life that is certainly not simplified. I'm carrying around a lot of extra, unnecessary stuff (pounds) and to be healthy I need to get rid of that excess.