Dinner with Mary
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Mary is my best friend, and she's been with me through thick and thin - literally. She a horsey friend, so we met at the barn. We both were taking riding lessons and were standing along the rail watching others ride. When I told her I was going to ride Excedrin, she told me not to hit her, because she would buck. During the lesson, I tapped the mare on the shoulder with my crop. Guess what? She not only bucked - she tried to launch me. Using the wall, I was able to push myself back into the saddle. From that moment on I realized that Mary was an excellent source for advise. We'd been taking group lessons for a couple of years when someone made the decision that I was too heavy to be riding the majority of the lesson horses. I think I was given the choice of two and neither were terrific. I cried and cried, and Mary decided we'd both join Weight Watchers. I lost enough weight to get THIS close to 200 pounds, and I got to ride lots of different horses. Being Madame YoYo, I gained the weight back and then some. For reasons I'll never fully understand, I kept at it, and Mary was there for some of my therapy sessions and Diet Workshop.
Even though I was always so depressed, Mary never gave up on me. We vacationed together and, over the course of about 35 years, spent a lot of time consuming too much beer and Margaritas. We've even compared the virtues of CC and VO. With water, both beverages look the same and our waitperson was no help. The only thing left to do was a taste test. We both decided the same drink was the smoothest, and I declared it to be the VO. That happened to be the drink I ordered. Mary thought otherwise, so we were forced to order another round. I was right, and Mary never drank another CC.
With her husband and daughter off doing other things, Mary and I had dinner last night. She's dealing with her elderly parents, so we traded war stories. Before he passed away, I was the primary care giver for my father. In many ways, my father was far more difficult than Mary's parents, but her mother is a real challenge. She shared with me that her sister is obsessed with looking youthful. Since Libby has got to be giving 60 a really hard push, she's fighting a losing battle. Mary has never had a self-esteem issue. For this, I am in awe of her. Not unlike Libby, I too obsess but about my weight and how I look to others. I told her about the workout capris that are still hiding in one of my dresser drawers. Being the pragmatist, she told me to wear them because no one will even notice. I countered with "but I'll notice". Then I stopped and realized that was my problem. Mary agreed.
Although I'm clinically obese, Mary doesn't view me as fat. Isn't that what friends are for? Bless her!!!!!!!!!!