Most people mean well most of the time. I choose to think this because to assume otherwise would make an average day pretty unhappy. I have lost 32 pounds and people are bound to say something about it. There are some statements with which I struggle. When someone looks at me and says, "You look wonderful. Keep going!"...I know what they mean, but it is that little "umph/ouch" at the end of the sentence about "keeping going" which stings a touch. I know I have not yet reached my ideal weight. I know what they mean. I know I need to keep going. I just don't want anyone to say it to me. I am not in denial. I am in refusal. I don't want to be told what I already know. I don't want those words put out into the air. Most assuredly this has something to do with my pride!
When a friend wants me to get up and dance at a party, and when I refuse this friend counters with "...but it is such good exercise!"...it feels like a jab. I know that dancing is good exercise. I don't want that statement put out into the air. My exercise of choice is a good long walk. I don't want more options, thank you! I can dance and I sometimes do. However, most times I reserve the right to not take my exercise in high heels...too dangerous.
Once in awhile some well meaning soul will say, "You are looking so good"...I know what they mean. But then I confess I stop to wonder what the heck I looked like before and then I remind myself that I did want to alter my looks to a certain extent by losing weight and then I realize I just don't want to be reminded that I needed to lose weight in the first place. So I smile and assume the best and continue on. Sigh. I need to be less sensitive. If someone came up to me and said, "You look terrible...when are you going to do something about your weight?"...I would know exactly where I stood with him or her. So forward I go...into a new week..."you look marvelous, dahling..." Thank you.
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