Monday, June 17, 2013
to talk about the other part of my recent (mostly exciting!) check-up. In the midst of the celebration of a loss of almost 40 pounds, healthy blood pressure, glucose, and cholesterol, she asked me what my goal weight is. (I'm currently at 180.) I responded with my Spark goal, 150 lbs.
She said, "Don't you think that's unrealistic?", citing the 17 years since I'd last seen that number as evidence. "Maybe 175 is more realistic."
There. I've shared it.
I don't know why that part of the conversation felt like such a downer. I talked about it with each of my two boys, (they'll talk to me, and better yet listen, about almost anything) but it's somehow still sitting uncomfortably enough with me to pop back into my thoughts periodically.
I need to let it go. It's all just a bunch of numbers, right? The point of the exercise (sorry of the pun) is healthy living, which is its own reward, right?