In praise of moderation and perseverance
Friday evening. This story makes me rethink all of my upcoming travel plans. The thought of being weighed is simply beyond horrific, folks! I mean, Chris made a comment about his own weight last week, saying that he was this certain number and that he couldn't believe it and was totally mortified. I didn't have the guts to tell him that I am, at this point, heavier than that. I'm 11 inches shorter, much narrower of shoulder and hip, and I weigh a couple of pounds more than my fiancé. I've been told, in the past, that I "carry my weight well". I'm not sure exactly what that means, but people never seem to think that I'm as heavy as I am. A scale, a shocked airline staffer, and all of the people behind me in line would know my dirty little secret, and I just don't think I could handle that. No, scratch that, I know that I couldn't handle that. If this little safety improvement is implemented, I don't think I'll be able to go and see Chris again. Seriously.
On the other hand, this link should give hope and inspiration to anyone that's ever "fallen off the wagon" with their food program. What they basically say is that, as long as you keep exercising, a break from being strict with your eating needn't knock you completely off course. I am, however, pretty disturbed by the last sentence, which says, "Women who lose weight and regain it are unlikely to lose it again." I lost 110 pounds back in 1996-97 and have regained it all plus a few extra for good measure, and the thought that I'm statistically unlikely to be able to do it again is very troubling. Very.