Thursday, February 28, 2013
I loved your thoughtful comments on my blog yesterday! So many wonderful insights from people at all stages of their healthy journey. I, too, got a lot of "you'd be so pretty if you just lost some weight" when I was younger.
So true, so TOTALLY unhelpful & hurtful.
I loved CHRISTINA791's comments, too -- we all know people who aren't classically beautiful, yet appear beautiful because of their self confidence. Confidence is totally sexy.
Yet it still missed the point . . . being that if you look good, it may feel easier to stay stuck than to engage in the hard work of losing weight. Which is my seque into today's topic . . . losing those last few pounds or maintaining your weight loss.
I think both are difficult for a multitude of reasons, not the least of which is "I look good so why bother?". Those small fluctuations really only matter to us. No one can see (unless they're really observant!) that you're face & booty are a bit fuller & your clothes a bit snugger. So does it really matter?
As I said, just one ofthe reasons it's taking me literally yrs to lose those last few pounds.
Thank you to all who commented yesterday & sent your condolences. DH still plans to come home Sunday, which is why, I suppose, he didn't want me to come out. But at least he's with family & I'm by myself, except for my furries. Altho I already had plans to go out to lunch with a friend tomorrow. Hopefully it won't snow; a small possibility & my back is still sore from shoveling yesterday - definitely counted as my ST! But not sore enough not to run today.
The only question is if I want to run outside in the cold rain.
And TOM arrived just a couple of days early yesterday. Clearly I am not going thru menopause any time soon (I just turned 51; my mom was 56). Altho my sister was apparently done by my age.
Last night my subconscious was apparently working overtime. I decided to watch "Mona Lisa Smile". It takes place in Wellesley - which is where my husband grew up. He was born in NJ, but they moved to Wellesley when he was 5. There are also some scenes on Cape Cod, where his parents retired to & where we've spent many happy vacations.
My FIL will be cremated & they are thinking about what to do with the ashes. I can relate to that . . . Simba is still in his little urn in a bag on our kitchen table. He loved to sit or lay in the sun on the table - even tho he knew he wasn't allowed on it & had a cart to lay right by the table. But every once in a while when the sun was shining on the table, we'd find him sitting or laying in it as if he owned it. Because he clearly thought he did.
I've thought about simply putting him on top of our fridge, because he loved getting up there, too. But I'm afraid he'd be knocked over. Maybe someday we'll take him back to TX & scatter him there. He loved the heat; he was born there & lived most of his life there. I always worried how we'd ever move with him again, but obviously as with most worries, that was just wasted time.
I think of Simba every time I put clean sheets on the bed. He LOVED the bed, especially while & just after it was made.
I have a story about a ring that will always make methink of my FIL . . . But I've gone on long enough & that's a story for another day.