I am feeling a bit insecure today about my weight. I know that I am down 3 dress sizes, since I gave up high fructose corn syrup, aspartame and the maid. I know that I am wearing clothes that I have not worn since Teri was a Junior at the UofA, six years ago. Has it really been that long? I know that with the exception of 1 spot that I am toned. I am also sure that will continue to slim down too.
Then why do I let myself be upset by one jerk who points out to his entire group at the supermarket the "fat lady over there". I know it would make no difference to a jerk like that to tell him he was rude, lacked basic manners and that I was down 3 dress sizes. He should have said something when I was really fat and out of shape. I am now a member of the tucked in shirt gang for some of my outfits, including the one I wore today.
I worked really hard to get to this point. I know that I still am not perfect and never will be. I am just trying to be the best me that I can be. I should not be defined by my weight. That is so shallow. Or my inability to stay on a diet when I have found out life style changes are more important. I am a good wife and mother. I run a chaotic house with very few hiccups. I am a pretty good cook, but not perfect. I can spin a decent skein of yarn. I am a skilled knitter. I can write a basic knitting pattern. Give me a piece of fabric and I can come up with something original. I have a lot of good qualities so why do I let jerks still get to me?
My goal for tomorrow is to brush the crumbs off and go onward and upward. And just to be on the safe side add a little knitting,spinning and cleaning.