We have family in town for a couple of weeks, which has meant lots more walking and informal exercise… but also lots more eating. Gotta nip that in the bud.
I’d inched up a little bit, weight-wise, but have now begun to inch down again. It’ll come. I know what I need to do.
It’s interesting how being around these two teenagers (my niece and nephew) have awakened in me all my feelings of adolescent inadequacy. They are absolutely everything I wasn’t as a teenager. The 14-year-old boy describes himself as "a natural athlete," and he is in really good shape. He’s handsome, he’s fit, and he’s quite arrogant. The 17-year-old girl is tall, around 5’10", and has a model’s figure. She’s confident in her body, and dresses stylishly, raiding Abercrombie and Fitch for lots of new togs, which she wears well. Hmm… obviously these are my relatives by marriage, because I feel like I share no blood with them at all.
It’s a little ridiculous, but I sometimes think about my adolescent self, and how she would never have been accepted by these two. I was chubby-to-fat, had no athletic inclinations, and kept my head , full of insecurities, buried in a book a lot of the time. But, then again, I had so much more going for me, and I still do, so why should their approval matter to me in the least? I suppose I’m just sad sometimes at how much time I wasted being insecure and self-doubting, when I’m really quite capable and should be more confident. Ah… you live and learn.
P.S. DietGirl has posted the most amazingly encouraging entry, aimed at all of us who get discouraged by the long weight-loss road ahead. Thanks, DG, for the lift in spirits.