I have become hard on my belts lately. I have had to cinch them a notch or two tighter, or risk having my pants sag like some rapper. Recently, I went on a shopping trip to the thrift store and bought some new clothes. Clothes fit me better and the muffin top has disappeared. By all accounts, I should be ecstatic. Which I am. Until I let others’ comments mess with my head.
For instance, I went to someone’s house and brought my own version of their dessert. They know I eat paleo, so it’s not a new thing; in fact I told them I was doing so, ahead of time. As we were leaving, this person apologized and said they could have food for me if only I ate “normal”.
I just smiled, but deep down, I wanted to say, “No need to feel sorry for me. I am happy. I am not miserable. I looked at all the sugar in the ‘normal’ meal and I do not miss it. By sticking to paleo, I am cutting back on my carbs, sugar, and ingredients that I cannot pronounce. I don’t have the energy crashes from sugar. I am at a healthy weight and I am stronger. I have never felt healthier. I have cut a lot of excess food from my can-eat list, which has given me an out from mindless eating and overeating. If this is abnormal, I revel in strangeness.”
But I didn’t. I just bit my tongue and smiled.
I think I understand why some people feel like they have to give me backhanded comments on my weight loss. But their comments still make my hackles rise.
So I take a deep breath, smile, and just shake it off. Of course, I care what other people say to me and about me. I’m only human. But ultimately, I have to follow my own health compass. And so far, I am pleased that I am staying on track.
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