When I was in college I began to wear glitter (literally). In every phase I went through (preppy, tomboy, hippy, sporty, girly, or all the above) one thing stayed constant, I wore glitter. Six years ago when I got married, I slowly began to lose the glitter. Maybe because I thought it was time to grow up, maybe because I began to forget who I was, maybe because my husband thought it was childish. Either way glitter was only a memory.
I went to visit North Carolina this past week and, honestly, this is my first week I began to feel myself again. Don't get me wrong, I was almost there, but not quit. Even though I did not grow up there, North Carolina is home. Indy has been good to me but there are so many people that I care about in NC. I know that as the years pass people move on, grow up, have families but there is something to say about a good support system. When I came back this week, I had about 20 people at work tell me that I "look different", "glowing", and "look so happy/pretty"...funny thing is I'm starting to look like me.
I've only lost about 10# this past 8 months (but if your counting thats over 25# lost in 10 months). Tonight my weight is 170.5# (again with the honesty), but what's great this is the first time I weighed myself in months. I was focusing on celebrating my friends new babies in Virgina and NC, drinking coffee with my 81 year old nana in Ohio, spending time with my friend in Delaware whose husband was deployed, helping my friend pick out a wedding dress in Nashville, taking my girls to Disney and the Florida beach, taking my oldest daughter to visit colleges, playing on the lake with my family in NC, and geocaching with my friend and her daughters in Chicago. I'm learning how to focus on the experiences.
Attitude and happiness has a lot to do with how you look. I weigh no less than I probably did a month ago, but yesterday I had a dozen people say that "you look good, you lost a lot of weight"...not because I have but because now I glitter.
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