The world is a little crazy right now, I know, and there are so many important issues to talk about. So please forgive me if this seems shallow or isn’t on your mind.

I’ve been worrying about my weight.

There. I said it right out loud.

In the middle of my life, for the first time ever, I feel a little out of control about some new soft places — more body fat than I’d like to carry. And though I look okay, and haven’t put on the “Quarantine 15” that everyone is joking about, I feel less like myself than I want to.

I’m exercising just as much, but my body is edging into midlife. Things are changing.

How are you doing? How are you feeling?

For me, weight is about how I feel physically — like if I’m sitting in the car and I feel uncomfortable — then I know it’s time to cut back on the cinnamon buns and dance in the kitchen.

The way I like to think of it is this:

What can I add in, instead of take away?

Can I add in more vegetables?

More walking?

More water?

For me, restriction makes me crazy. I have to start with mindset first. I need a good reason to change my habits.

I’m curious — what do you do when you’re thinking about your weight?

If you have any tips at all, send me an email. Love to hear what you’re up to and how you’re sorting this out in your own mind during COVID.

Wishing you safety and peaceful thoughts. If I can help somehow, let me know.

Thinking of you this morning and sending love.

Catherine x

PS.

• 16 years ago today, I had a baby boy. His name is Elijah Windsor (named in honour of his Grandpapa in Canada who passed away). This kid is quiet and hilarious and has the kind of magnetic smile that makes you grin back at him and shake your head. He’s a powerful friend and incredibly loyal. A story: when EJ was 8, I walked to the gym to pick him up from Tae Kwon Do. I heard the kids chanting, “EJ, EJ, EJ.” They were carrying him on their shoulders through the halls…just for fun, because they loved him. Everyone who meets him loves him. It’s his quiet spirit. (I have a sister who is just the same!). People like this are rare, and they’re treasures.

  Of all the things I’ve ever done, I’m proudest of being a mum. We are 100% reliable. Always there, when it’s tough and easy. A rock and a cheerleader. Am I right, mums?