It’s Delurking Day, which is a thing Chris at Rude Cactus started. The general idea is this: People read blogs but they don’t leave comments, and comments are what help bloggers grow big and strong. So! If you don’t usually leave a comment, I hope you’ll make an exception today. And if you do usually comment, I still want to hear from you.
Talk about whatever you’d like. But if you can’t think of anything to say, tell me this: What’s your favorite way to relax?
So. That 30 Days of Truth thing. I totally forgot that I was doing it. But then earlier this week I remembered, so I thought I’d jump back on the bandwagon. Speaking of getting back on the wagon, it segues nicely into today’s topic:
Quite a number of years ago, in the Before Children days, I joined Weight Watchers and lost 40 pounds. And then I gained it all back again. It wasn’t baby weight, either. I gained some of it back before Poppy was born, and I gained the rest of it back after Pete. Yeah, that’s right. I gained weight after pregnancy. I beat myself up for that a lot.
Anyway, I rejoined Weight Watchers a few weeks ago, and I was, to the half-pound, at exactly the same weight as I was when I started the first time. I need to let go of that anger over gaining it all back again, I think, before I’m going to be able to make a whole lot of progress this time. (Also, I should probably exercise or something.)
This week’s “30 Days of Truth” post was tough for me. Coming up with fodder for a whiny, stuff-I-don’t-like post was easy-peasy. This one, though, took some thought:
So I sat down at the computer while the kids and their sad little colds watched “Dinosaur Train” earlier this week, and I thought. And then I folded some laundry. And then I washed the sides of the dishwasher. And then I went back to the computer and stared at the “edit post” box some more. Then I checked Facebook and Twitter, took the kids’ temperatures and refilled their waters, and told the less-sick kid (again) why she couldn’t go out to play in the snow. And then I decided to stop stalling and write the post already.
And here’s what I came up with:
I love that I can make my kids laugh. There is little better than hearing your children guffaw at your lame joke or your goofy dancing. (Unless, of course, you were sincerely trying to dance. Then it would just be demoralizing.)
I love that I’m not afraid to take on a challenge in the kitchen. I like to cook, and I like all sorts of different cuisines. Once I discovered that most of them just took a specific set of ingredients, I was ready to tackle them on my own. So what if I still can’t make a decent pad Thai? At least I’ve tried. (Repeatedly.)
I love that I’m still my husband’s best friend. We were friends for a long time before we were “an item,” and that friendship is still the bedrock of our relationship.
I’m also rather fond of my ability to make a delicious cup of hot chocolate, which is what I’m going to do in just a few minutes. What do you love about yourself?