Thornhill Cate
50+ and fabulous
Hi, I'm back. Have been a bit off piste since the start of the school Easter hols and have found it hard to get back on track. What is it about chocolate in an egg shape? Why could I so easily resist it as a bar for so long but the minute all those eggs arrived in the house I was lost. Anyway, no major damage done - still getting into my 14s - and am off to the pharmacy tomorrow intending to get going again and shift my last 1.5-2 stone in time for the school summer hols. In a moment of complete madness I've also ordered a DVD collection called Hip Hop Abs at huge expense so am waiting for this to arrive. Let's just hope I get further than just watching it! It looks like fun though so fingers crossed.
Now to why I'm feeling unashamedly shallow. My ex brother-in-law and his wife dropped in to see me today. They were driving back from Pembrokeshire to London and stopped off in Cardiff for an hour to have a quick coffee and a catch up. When they texted to ask if it would be OK my first thought, rather tragically, was "Thank God I'm slim". How shallow it that? They haven't seen me for five years and I'm much slimmer now than I was then and, of course, I have been even heavier in that time. If I'm honest, if they'd asked to pop in three and half months ago I'd probably have made up some excuse to avoid seeing them. How sad is that? I have to say in their defence that they wouldn't have been judging me - they're not the type. My brother-in-law has a right pot belly, nurtured over many years of real ale appreciation, and his wife has always been on the large side, but I just knew they would want to take photos and I know that my ex will see these at some point and I am just so relieved that I look as good as I do now, although I say so myself. Three and a half months ago it would have been a totally different story. I would have hated him to see photos of what I looked like then. And then the best bit - they showed me some pics of my ex and he hasn't aged as well as me at all. I felt quite smug. Sad and pathetic I know as we split up in 1991 at my instigation but when it comes to exes, pride it seems has no expiration date.
So the lesson in this? I adore my ex brother and sister-in-law yet there is every chance that I would have let embarrassment over my weight stop me from seeing them. I know too that I would have been mortified to have bumped into someone I knew from my past when I was 3.5 stone heavier whereas now it wouldn't bother me at all and one of my biggest fears was that someone would organise a school reunion which I'd feel duty bound to attend. No one has, yet, but at least if they do now, I'll be able to go with my head held high.
I've allowed being overweight to impact on my life in so many ways and it's so great to have my self-imposed restrictions gradually stripped away.
Now to why I'm feeling unashamedly shallow. My ex brother-in-law and his wife dropped in to see me today. They were driving back from Pembrokeshire to London and stopped off in Cardiff for an hour to have a quick coffee and a catch up. When they texted to ask if it would be OK my first thought, rather tragically, was "Thank God I'm slim". How shallow it that? They haven't seen me for five years and I'm much slimmer now than I was then and, of course, I have been even heavier in that time. If I'm honest, if they'd asked to pop in three and half months ago I'd probably have made up some excuse to avoid seeing them. How sad is that? I have to say in their defence that they wouldn't have been judging me - they're not the type. My brother-in-law has a right pot belly, nurtured over many years of real ale appreciation, and his wife has always been on the large side, but I just knew they would want to take photos and I know that my ex will see these at some point and I am just so relieved that I look as good as I do now, although I say so myself. Three and a half months ago it would have been a totally different story. I would have hated him to see photos of what I looked like then. And then the best bit - they showed me some pics of my ex and he hasn't aged as well as me at all. I felt quite smug. Sad and pathetic I know as we split up in 1991 at my instigation but when it comes to exes, pride it seems has no expiration date.
So the lesson in this? I adore my ex brother and sister-in-law yet there is every chance that I would have let embarrassment over my weight stop me from seeing them. I know too that I would have been mortified to have bumped into someone I knew from my past when I was 3.5 stone heavier whereas now it wouldn't bother me at all and one of my biggest fears was that someone would organise a school reunion which I'd feel duty bound to attend. No one has, yet, but at least if they do now, I'll be able to go with my head held high.
I've allowed being overweight to impact on my life in so many ways and it's so great to have my self-imposed restrictions gradually stripped away.