Last night in class, I ended up doing a group activity with two thin girls- a case study on weight loss of all things. When I heard their thoughts on what were needed as interventions, I realized why skinny people hate fat people so much- why they think we are lazy and glutunous. Suggestions of walking 20 minutes, 3 times a week. Suggestions of eating the big meal at lunch instead of dinner. LOL. If they think that is all we need to do to lose weight, no WONDER they look down on us.
I workout to the point of being out of breath and drenched with sweat 7 days a week for an hour. Plus I hike. And I lift weights. And I have to track every calorie I consume. And yet, I GAINED a pound and a half this week. I WISH it were as easy as they think.
But what is worth doing is rarely easy.
Spent the evening apart from the object of my affection for a change (He needs a name here, Scott, okay, Scott will do). Nearly every day we are together. Not many people I can say that I could do that with and not get tired of them. Is there a point where that will end with us? From the beginning I have thought and said things like... "If we're still friends this winter, we should ____" with the thought that we won't be or might not be, but always we are. I just keep waiting for it to evaporate, to implode, to crumble... like a castle in the sand- but the wave retreats and still it stands- We stand.
But nothing lasts forever, right?
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