This is the first year in... well, in my life, I think... that I am actually enjoying the gradual change of season from winter to spring. Though I know spring is many people's favorite season, in the past it has always brought up feelings of dread for me because of all the things it symbolized for me. Having to give up my more-concealing winter clothes, having to face the consequences of holiday/winter binges, having to be "seen" more in the world. I know that sounds crazy, but it's all that low self-esteem/poor body image self-talk that comes from being an unbalanced SS. This year is different. I'm more present, more go-with-the-flow and enjoy it regarding the season change. Am I thrilled with my extra pounds? No. But they are not at the forefront of my mind and certainly not at the root of me dreading a lovely new season. They are simply a project I will work on gradually, when the time is right. Like many of the changes I notice when I commit to RR, this is a subtle but powerful one.