Low Points…

There are those moments in a person’s life that might be considered low points. I had one of those this afternoon. A perfectly innocent question on a perfectly normal Thursday. “I just have to ask, when are you due?”

Ouch. I’m not sure if it embarrassed me or the asker more. I do know that it was a huge blow to my self-esteem. What do you say in these situations? “I’m actually not pregnant. I just carry most of my weight around my midsection.” That’s what I said. I won’t even mention what I wanted to say to this sweet lady who truly meant no harm. So, it’s a low point.

There are just those days when the fact that your weight is a problem becomes crystal clear. Thankfully most of this clarity is through self-discovery. A look in the mirror. A tight-fitting garment. A lack of flexibility that was never quite as pronounced. But those moments when another person glaringly points out your already obvious faults sting the most. No one is immune to these barbs, no matter how unintentional.

How do you move on from those moments? In the past I would’ve done exactly the opposite of what I should – drown my sorrows in some sweet dessert. I can’t do that now and this is new territory for me. I guess I just let it sting for awhile and then use it as another motivator for pescy eating. Another day, another challenge. I’ll just keep trudging on…


F@ceb**k “Support” Groups

At the beginning of my pescy eating journey I joined a F@ceb**k group for vegan beginners. I hoped it would be a place to find great recipes, learn about other peoples’ journeys, and be encouraged and inspired. And, for the most part, my involvement has been positive.

But there is a definite dark side to these kinds of groups. People can be downright cruel and abusive. There are those members who love answering questions and discussing issues in a friendly manner. Then there are those who will make you feel like an idiot for asking questions and who can’t discuss issues without arguing, labeling, and judging. It’s like preschool without a teacher to mediate. At times the threads get so long and off-topic that you forget what was being discussed in the first place. Basically, there’s always drama.

Why do we always have to judge others? No one takes the time to remember that opinions and world views are formed over a lifetime. Often we have no idea what experiences influenced a person to develop a particular view. Yet we don’t ask questions or take a moment to say that we don’t understand. We just dive right into disagreeing. Do we not realize that this tends to add bricks to walls rather than opening windows and doors?

I try to stay away from the drama. If I do respond, I think about what I’m going to write for a long while. I may write a huge response and then delete it before actually posting because I don’t want to add fuel to an already out-of-control fire. I guess what I’m wondering is why can’t we nurture conversations rather than picking sides and building arguments?