Last night a parent who has known me for 8 years tried to explain to some new friends that I was completely different. He told them our sons were in preschool together and I was fat back then. When he sees me now he’s amazed and claimed that he never believes it is me when he sees me.
I hugged him.
Everyone keeps telling me I must have held the weight well because I never looked 50 lbs. heavier. Or that I’m so fit I have nothing to worry about. Or that I wouldn’t understand having to loose weight.
But he told the truth.
I worked hard for three years to take off the weight and get in a fitness routine. Then for over five years I’ve kept it off and continually try new activities.
When I told him I was going to be a yoga teacher, he exclaimed, “A yoga teacher too! Wow!”
Having someone appreciate how much effort I’ve put in was affirming, even if he called me “fat”.
We were watching a TV show the other night and discovered all the people were from New Jersey. One said “Mind your own business” and reminded me of my Jersey upbringing. As a girl my dad talked to me about minding my own business, unless someone was in danger or being hurt or doing me harm. Really, what other people want to do with their lives is none of my business.