Weight gain...

My joy and laughter despite it is a monument to the healing I have received from God for my eating disorders.

Yesterday, some people asked me, "Did you put on some weight or something? You look chubbier..." One friend even asked if I am pregnant. :S

Today, Stella asked me if I had put on weight ~ further allaying my recent suspicions of visual hallucinations with regards to my reflection in the mirror. She made a remark: "It must be the marital bliss...." 

Perhaps marital bliss too. But I think the real reasons for my weight-gain have got to do with PMS-y hormones, some peckish episodes (oopsie) and more happy eating than usual (because I was with wonderful company).

Years ago, I would have gone berserk, mourned in sackcloth and ashes (so you get the picture)... and quickly devised one of my killer plans for a fad diet. 

Today, I was surprised at how I could still smile at my reflection in the school bathroom mirror... and admire how pleasant the roundness made me look somehow. I was affirmed by the little voice in me... "Hey, this is still the Grace whom those who love you LOVE. You are loved. You are esteemed. You are beautiful."

And then I ate lunch at Mc-donald's.