Quick--I need to lose 15 more pounds!!!
Why, you ask? Because soon I will be seeing someone who, the last time we were together, referenced my weight multiple times. Never mind that I'd just had two babies in a row, in my 30's. Back then I was about 20 pounds heavier than I am now, but the crushing weight of worry is causing me to....
......want to snack.
Obviously worrying isn't helping, and the low-carb crash diet I implemented this week isn't doing much either.
This leads me to wonder why on earth I care what this person thinks? Really. We aren't close friends and I don't see them often. I also know they discuss other people's weight behind their backs, so it's not as if I'm in a lonely group.
I care. Beyond health concerns (which I don't appear to have at the moment), why do I care what this particular person thinks of the way I look? Am I so fragile that I can't take their barbs? Beyond my husband's opinion, none should matter, and my hot hubby loves me just the way I am. Actually, the way he feeds me he probably wouldn't mind if I gained another pound or ten. Is it vanity? I don't consider myself exceedingly vain--haha, but what vain person does? ((snicker))
How about you? When did you stop caring what other people think? Or do you, like me, have that one person that still gets to you?
Now that I've obsessed about it online for the world to see, I'm signing off. The salted cashews in the cupboard have my name all over them.
If I Run by Terri Blackstock
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