Carle, Comments, and Counting Points
Well it's the New Year. A time for new beginnings, a time to resurrect old ones, as well! Here are a few bits of "weight loss encouragement" (she says smugly) I've received lately:
Comments:
"Your mom is doing so well on that Weight Watcher Program, she's lost a lot of weight." -basically meaning to say "why haven't you?"
"I think she stole a buffalo and is hiding it under her coat." -comment made about a lady standing near a local bus stop (motivation enough).
"Ang, every time I see you, you keep getting skinnier and skinnier"-comment coming from my sweet cousin.
"Angela, this driver's license doesn't look a thing like you! All for the better I would say!"-comment made by a wonderful sales clerk at Pacific Fabrics
"2.8 lbs! That's all you've gained over the holiday?"- comment made by my lovey, after my first post holiday hiatus weigh in.
All comments I think were meant to be well meaning. Anyways, they served their purpose. Another source of inspiration came from reading The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle to Charlie. I realized halfway through that this caterpillar and I had some commonalities. In parathesis are how I related to Mr. C!
"On Saturday he ate through one piece of chocolate cake, one ice-cream cone, one pickle, one slice of Swiss cheese, one slice of salami, one lollipop, one piece of cherry pie, one sausage, one cupcake, and one slice of watermelon. (there, that is exactly what my December month looked like...anything that moved I ate it) That night he had a stomachache! (for me it was more like constipation and indigestion from eating all that fat) The next day was Sunday again. The caterpillar ate through one nice green leaf, and after that he felt much better. (I had moments of sticking to my WW plan for a meal or two...after all I love green salads) Now he wasn't hungry any more-and he wasn't a little caterpillar any more. (choosing filling foods helps. And yes, I gained 2.8lbs during my hiatus) He was a big, fat caterpillar. (my jeans fit a little tighter, and I don't have the same bounce of confidence that I did when I was consistently working the program) He built a small house, called a cocoon, around himself. (it's called being comfortable in my 1 pair of looser slacks as much as I could) He stayed inside for more than two weeks. Then he nibbled a hole in the cocoon, pushed his way out and...he was a beautiful butterfly. (It will happen soon, now that I have focus....HITTING MY GOAL WEIGHT).
As for me, I'm back and I'm counting my points. I'm looking forward to my beautiful butterfly moment!
Comments:
"Your mom is doing so well on that Weight Watcher Program, she's lost a lot of weight." -basically meaning to say "why haven't you?"
"I think she stole a buffalo and is hiding it under her coat." -comment made about a lady standing near a local bus stop (motivation enough).
"Ang, every time I see you, you keep getting skinnier and skinnier"-comment coming from my sweet cousin.
"Angela, this driver's license doesn't look a thing like you! All for the better I would say!"-comment made by a wonderful sales clerk at Pacific Fabrics
"2.8 lbs! That's all you've gained over the holiday?"- comment made by my lovey, after my first post holiday hiatus weigh in.
All comments I think were meant to be well meaning. Anyways, they served their purpose. Another source of inspiration came from reading The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle to Charlie. I realized halfway through that this caterpillar and I had some commonalities. In parathesis are how I related to Mr. C!
"On Saturday he ate through one piece of chocolate cake, one ice-cream cone, one pickle, one slice of Swiss cheese, one slice of salami, one lollipop, one piece of cherry pie, one sausage, one cupcake, and one slice of watermelon. (there, that is exactly what my December month looked like...anything that moved I ate it) That night he had a stomachache! (for me it was more like constipation and indigestion from eating all that fat) The next day was Sunday again. The caterpillar ate through one nice green leaf, and after that he felt much better. (I had moments of sticking to my WW plan for a meal or two...after all I love green salads) Now he wasn't hungry any more-and he wasn't a little caterpillar any more. (choosing filling foods helps. And yes, I gained 2.8lbs during my hiatus) He was a big, fat caterpillar. (my jeans fit a little tighter, and I don't have the same bounce of confidence that I did when I was consistently working the program) He built a small house, called a cocoon, around himself. (it's called being comfortable in my 1 pair of looser slacks as much as I could) He stayed inside for more than two weeks. Then he nibbled a hole in the cocoon, pushed his way out and...he was a beautiful butterfly. (It will happen soon, now that I have focus....HITTING MY GOAL WEIGHT).
As for me, I'm back and I'm counting my points. I'm looking forward to my beautiful butterfly moment!
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