My husband’s ex-wife was tall — probably 5’10″ or 5’11″, while I’m just under 5’4″ if I stand up real tall and do my Texas “big hair”. When we got married I moved into his house — the one previously inhabited by said ex-wife. In the kitchen, there were pot racks hanging from the ceiling that, even before RA and shoulder issues, I had problems reaching. I asked my husband to lower them for me.
“Oh,” he says, “you’re too short to reach the racks.”
“No,” I replied, “I’m exactly the right size. The racks are too high.”
Being a reasonably short person, I’ve spent my life adjusting the world around me to fit: moving the car seats up, lowering rods in my closets, adjusting chairs in my office. (Now that I have RA, I’ve had to make a few more adjustments, but that’s all part of the process.)
So you might understand the other day when I had a “duh!” moment. My entire perspective has been to make my surroundings fit me. So when I went shopping over the 4th of July weekend, I was frustrated that clothes didn’t fit me.
Duh! It wasn’t the clothes that didn’t fit me. It was that I had gained enough weight that I didn’t fit the clothes. It wasn’t the world I needed to change, it was me.
Fast forward three weeks and eight pounds of weight loss. I can now “shop in my closet” again and have been able to wear some of the clothes that have been languishing in their cleaner bags. I not only don’t have to spend money (yet) for new clothes, I get the feeling of accomplishment of wearing clothes that haven’t fit for a while.
All it took was a change of perspective from looking out, to looking in the mirror, to find the real issue.
Here’s hoping your perspective on life brings you a great outlook. Thanks for checking in.