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…

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