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Mon, Mar-12-07, 23:00
Man it's brutal. The honesty of our kids. I was out in the yard dancing around with my camera-phone, taking a couple pix to celebrate hitting 70 lbs of weight loss. Nothing overly narcissistic - I mean, ...come on. I am still a pretty big hoss and am not deluded that I have arrived or look anything like (________insert favorite actor or athletes name here_____).
So I am thinking maybe I'll see my face a little thinner, my waist a little smaller. Some small sense of encouragement and positive reinforcement to keep me on track. So I hand the camera off to my stepson, directing him to take a couple shots (it was a beautiful picture-perfect day out yesterday)...
and my daughter yells from the front porch... "Daddy, what are you doing? You're still FAT!"
Sigh. Reality Check.
Yes, indeed I am. Still fat. Quite fat. But I have lost at least 4 lbs more than my daughter herself weighs in her entirety (since November 1st, 2006), which *is* at least something. No doubt this is a long trip I am on, and I am a long way from my destination. Should the Lord God allow me to live that long, I hope to see the point where she might no longer say that.
No sense in explaining to her. Or in weeping. [smile] She means well... and she loves me, I know it. More than anything. And that's all that matters.
So I am heading back in the house, with my self respect and pride in tatters from my honest little lovely truth-teller, and she asks me...
"Do you want to know how I stay so thin and in such good shape?" she asks at all of barely seven years old, ...but evidently chock-full of life experience and wisdom.
"No, tell me sweetie...", I say.
"I excercise. I do all kinds of stuff...", she replies (in a mature, condescending, yet "helping out poor pitiful Daddy" tone of voice).
Ah well. Good points there. Maybe someday. For now I am staying the course. A little humbler. But happy to celebrate my little bit of joy and dancing with my wonderful little girl and my family. Here's to low carb, to weight loss victories - the smallish ones and the biggish ones, and to honest little girls!
:D :thup: :thup: :thup: :D
So I am thinking maybe I'll see my face a little thinner, my waist a little smaller. Some small sense of encouragement and positive reinforcement to keep me on track. So I hand the camera off to my stepson, directing him to take a couple shots (it was a beautiful picture-perfect day out yesterday)...
and my daughter yells from the front porch... "Daddy, what are you doing? You're still FAT!"
Sigh. Reality Check.
Yes, indeed I am. Still fat. Quite fat. But I have lost at least 4 lbs more than my daughter herself weighs in her entirety (since November 1st, 2006), which *is* at least something. No doubt this is a long trip I am on, and I am a long way from my destination. Should the Lord God allow me to live that long, I hope to see the point where she might no longer say that.
No sense in explaining to her. Or in weeping. [smile] She means well... and she loves me, I know it. More than anything. And that's all that matters.
So I am heading back in the house, with my self respect and pride in tatters from my honest little lovely truth-teller, and she asks me...
"Do you want to know how I stay so thin and in such good shape?" she asks at all of barely seven years old, ...but evidently chock-full of life experience and wisdom.
"No, tell me sweetie...", I say.
"I excercise. I do all kinds of stuff...", she replies (in a mature, condescending, yet "helping out poor pitiful Daddy" tone of voice).
Ah well. Good points there. Maybe someday. For now I am staying the course. A little humbler. But happy to celebrate my little bit of joy and dancing with my wonderful little girl and my family. Here's to low carb, to weight loss victories - the smallish ones and the biggish ones, and to honest little girls!
:D :thup: :thup: :thup: :D