1 Day

As opposed to Day 1.  I’ve had a lot of those, but this is Day Countless and I’m happy with that.

In between masses of work related things to do and life related things to do, I’ve been thinking and observing.

Observing first:

• The eating while waiting for the kettle to boil is a THING.  Really.  I had to stop myself several times from mindlessly eating while standing there at the counter.  I ashamed to admit that because, in my head, I’m very critical of people who use the phrase “mindless eating” but I just did and I meant it.  So there’s more work ahead.

Thinking:

• There was an article in the Times (London, not New York) which I initially ignored because  I thought I knew what it was going to say.  It was about developing a female version of viagra to “fix” the problem (that should have inverted commas too) of lack of libido in women.

When I got round to reading it and all the commentaries, I found that the most popular view was “RUBBISH! What women need is to feel comfortable in their own skin.”  There are so many links that I can’t choose just one – so go to timesonline.co.uk and have a look around.  (But hurry because it’s going to become a pay only site this month.)

Anyway the thing I read again and again was that this is NOT a medical issue but a matter of women being confident in their bodies.  And this led me to thinking more about why I want to lose more weight.  Or do I?

I’m currently reasonably happy with my size.  I’m medium and it’s not a huge effort to stay this way.  I’m curious to know what I’d feel like as a “skinny mini” – say another 10 pounds down – but I’m not unhappy. That said, I still don’t feel like I’ve arrived at where I thought I was going.  I’m not under 140lbs.  In fact, I’m barely under 150lbs right now.

But is where I thought I was going going to make me healthier, happier, anything-ier?  I wonder.

It’s evening now and my day of observing and thinking is drawing to an end.  Not because it’s bedtime but because I need to go and have a revoltingly happy gossip session with some women friends – one of whom will notice and ask about my weight and two of whom will not.

Friends who notice your weight.  That’s another post.