I was outside working in my flower beds when I struck up a conversation with my 70 year old neighbor, Tom, who was also working in his yard. I stood up, he came over, and this is what he said;' Well, now, Kristina, are you losing weight, AGAIN?... If you lose any more, the wind is going to going to come and pick you up and blow you away'.
Oh Tom, I thought to myself, if you only knew that I still weighed 181 pounds. : )
Tuesday's stats: 1,366 calories, 22 glasses of water, (and I already told you about what I did at the Y in yesterday's post).
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What a sweet thing for him to say!
ReplyDeleteI don't know about you, but it makes me uncomfortable for anyone to mention my weight, even if it's in a good way like that. I wonder why that is.
Fun, Kristina! Even from an old guy, a complement is a complement!
ReplyDeleteKeep up the amazing transformation.
Jules
Lisa, I think that in a way, when someone comments on our physical change, we realize that it is a measure; when people, well, MEASURE us.
ReplyDeleteA measure of any sort implies there is a standard with which to measure. I dunno about you, but something in my humanity squiggles when being measured by ANYTHING outside my own orthdoxies.
I find that it is even used as a controlling aspect by women; "Oh, you're looking so Good these Days" sometimes is tainted with envy, or even feels like a back-handed compliment.
Guys usually ONLY mean it the nice way :-)