It came as a complete surprise to me, but after the words were out of my mouth, I knew that it was now true. Things are somehow more real when we say them.
Here’s what I said: I’d like to lose 20 pounds by the end of the year.
Let’s face it, I’ve referred to this time and again around here. I’ve admitted it to myself. The pants-o-meter isn’t lying. In short, this isn’t a surprise. But actually TELLING someone made it more real, more like a promise to myself.
This happened yesterday, in the ladies room at work. A casual conversation with a woman in a lovely peach sweater. We started discussing weight issues, and how we felt about it, and all of a sudden, it came out.
She didn’t know that this admission surprised me.
As part of this conversation, we’ve agreed to try to rendezvous for lunch-time walks. Thank goodness.
So what else do I do now? After getting home last night, and tending to the Alzheimer’s mom, I wanted SO much to make some tea, and sit on the deck and read a book.
The dog looked at me, I looked at her. She wagged hopefully. I picked up the leash, and off we went, for a little more than a mile. And THEN, tea, the deck, the book.
That dog is going to save me, one way or another!
And right now, the day’s food is packed and ready [meatloaf that has about 2 cups of finely chopped veggies in it and some smashed black beans, roasted veggies, and a few roasted potatoes – I know some of you are curious!]
And maybe, MAYBE that lunchtime walk.