Monday, May 07, 2012
Today finds me having traveled nearly four hours to set-up to exhibit and present to an annual convention and trade show for our industry. The fellow exhibitors are familiar faces, as I have seen them at this show and others in years past. Many I last saw last June at another show at this resort location.
For me, last June was a half-year pre-Spark and there are as of this instant, 37 lbs less of me than during last year's trade show circuit. Now I realize I have miles to go to achieve my goal (90 lbs to achieve a BMI of 25, assuming I do not grow taller at the age of 51). My doc thinks something close to a third to half that additional decline would be good enough.
Say it's 90 lbs to go. In rough, round numbers, I'm one third of the way there. Or halfway, per by Doc's misguided kindness. Either way, it's something. So was I wrong to be both angered and disappointed when one of the fellow exhibitors, not seen since last Spring, greeted me with a cheery, smiling "Hey Big Guy!" ? Politeness and professional decorum found me not responding with the venom I felt, but I feel unfulfilled both for the absence of a snappy retort and for the failure of the change in my physique to yet be apparent to the casual observer.
Do you do this? Have you been treated similarly by casual acquaintances who fail to recognize or realize the change underway? How do you handle it? Should I have told him off, educated him politely or just grin and shake the cad's hand? As a fellow vendor, he is not in a position to do me financial or professional damage, if it helps.
I turned the other cheek, and am angry with myself for having done so. I suck at social stuff and welcome input on this.
PS for what it is worth, I am 5 feet, 8.75 inches. (In response to many who have wondered if I am Paul Bunyan...)