Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Yesterday at my Weight Watcher meeting - on their scale, fully clothed, re-hydrated after a stomach bug, I finally hit my target weight.
It's a great victory for me - a long fought one, achieved through persistence and patience more than anything else. I'm glad I've fought this fight. I know that winning this level bumps me up to the next - where I will be exposed to new and different things. But for a little while I'm going to sit back and breath a happy sigh. In these troubling times, it's a small tender comfort to me to be able to feel accomplished and in control somewhere in my life.
Beyond all of the horrific news from Boston - beyond the burden of having to care for our little broken-legged dog in even more restrictive confinement for another month (she's already chewed the covering off her external pin. It's a funnel collar for her now) - beyond the budget season, the responsibilities at work, beyond anything else that litters my stage right now - there is this bright spot where I can say "I did it".
And feel good.
One day, when I feel more together - I will post about what it's like on this other side of the fence.
Open your heart today, to someone who looks like she needs it. She probably does.