A lot of people start out dieting to get down a dress size or look good in a bathing suit or some such thing and then report happily that they FEEL great. I started out intending to improve my health and lower my blood pressure and cholesterol, and now I'm here to report happily that I LOOK great.
I'm pretty sure I've never said that before in my life, although once upon a time a couple of decades ago I looked like this:
But suddenly, after many years of just being a mom and not really giving any thought to my looks one way or another, I find that the issue just keeps cropping up. And, more surprising, I find that it's making me feel pretty good.
A few days ago, the woman who runs the coffee shop at my local train station told me that I looked like I'd "lost a ton of weight". When I repeated this to my daughter, she said, "Well, you have."
"Actually, I haven't," I protested. "I've lost 14 pounds." She carefully appraised me and then said, "Well, I guess it was a significant 14 pounds." Frankly, I'm a little frustrated that I've been stuck at the 14-pound mark for a solid month, but a funny thing has been happening during that time--my clothes just keep getting looser.
This afternoon, my sister asked me whether I was wearing eye make-up, because my eyes "seemed more noticeable" and looked good. I wasn't.
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