I'm, of course, excited by the fact that I am finally under 250 pounds for the first time in... I don't know, years. Maybe even decades.
But I'm starting to run into people that just "don't want to hear about it anymore". You know what I mean by that? "You talk too much about fitness and food and health - loosen up. Have that cake." Yes, someone at work actually said that to me.
I was blasted by a (now-ex) Facebook friend this past week for the same thing. "Just because you love the treadmill doesn't mean that we all have to." No, maybe you don't have to, but maybe you're reacting like you are because there's a small grain of truth in what I'm saying - and the truth always hurts, right?
I have embraced this new lifestyle with a passion, because I know it's right for me and I know that it's the only thing that has ever worked. It's something that I want to know more about, and in turn I want to share it with my family and friends - because I care about THEIR health. Does that make sense? I'm not preaching or being over-vigilant about it, either - I'm not one of these people that gets on social media and brags about "I lost X today! Whoo!", because I do it here. (grin) No, though, really - I do it here because I know that people here GET IT. You know?
Some people think it's jealousy. Maybe they're right. Not everyone just loses 55 pounds in a year. Not everyone can lose 25 pounds in 2.5 months - but then, not everyone has the determination, the drive, the willpower, the reason. I have a reason. A few reasons, really.
I'm sorry that some in my life aren't supportive, but I need to keep on "keeping on". I'm doing what I need to do for my health, my sanity and the people that I love. If that makes people uncomfortable, maybe they need to think about why.
And to those unsupportive, angry people who would stop me or get in the way of my health and happiness? Only one word for them: