Hi, everybody. Unusually busy day today, with work on the play whose deadline is coming up fast, turning in forms for cover art and marketing, turning in the proofs, and a doctor's appointment.
Something awesome happened this morning. I had my annual OB-gyn appointment and dreaded it because the doctor was sure to scold me about my weight. She was surprised last year that I was in Weight Watchers because she was, too, and it worked, so I needed to buckle down, yada-yada-yada. No questions about my dietary habits or exercise, just negative judgment.
This year, my weight is the same, and she apologized. She never struggled with her weight until the last few years and her first attempt to lose it was quite successful. She'd been at her WW goal weight, smug about it, and has since put back on 15 pounds despite her efforts. She acknowledges that it's hard, really hard, and since I do exercise and eat good choices, just too much, with good blood pressure and general health, she hopes I will continue to try to lose but sympathizes with the difficulty.
Maryn, who left feeling encouraged, which was weird