my physical vessel

Some notes on my body:

my knees are bruised. . .
I went over the handlebars of my bike yesterday afternoon. I was trying to get something out of my bag. I noticed a bit late that there was a stop sign. With the one hand I was using to steer, I grabbed the breaks. I was a bit overzealous & crashed. It must have been quite the sight: bike-riding woman crashes for no apparent reason. Pedestrians came rushing to my aid, but it was my ego that was bruised more than anything.

I spent a while on Saturday fixing up my bike - getting the seat to the perfect height, angle, etc. And now it is all out of whack again. . . sigh.

I am losing weight. . .
Without any intentional effort, my body has shed about 15 pounds since August. I managed to shrink myself over the holidays. I suppose its good. It isn't a medical issue at this point; my doctor isn't worried. Aren't I supposed to be happy about losing weight? Isn't that some sort of girl rule? I'm neutral & perplexed. I haven't done anything to make this happen. I eat and don't pay much attention to it. I move around and don't pay much attention to it. I rarely step on the scale, so it took a while, about 3 months, for me to figure out that my clothes weren't all getting stretched out. And now, clothes aren't fitting as well.

So do I gain weight or buy new clothes or spend hours making alterations?