My nephew came down for a quick visit this weekend from the New England Patriots training camp. I saw him last November when I went up for a quick visit to see him and my brother. His muscles in his arms and legs have muscles that are as hard as rocks, and he’s in wonderful shape. As he said during the visit, it’s his job to eat healthy and work out in one way or another 5+ hours a day. After practice and after some supper, he heads back to the gym for additional time.
I made him a home cooked meal (the most exotic thing in it was green bean casserole, which he loves) and was astounded by the amount of food he eats – but then, he has to fuel that body for hard physical work. For a special treat, I made a sour cream coffee cake using an old family recipe. My mom makes these for holidays and special family gatherings, and he was shocked that I not only knew how to make it, but had been doing so since before he was born.
We spent Friday night looking at boxes of old family pictures and telling stories. On Saturday after a leisurely breakfast of coffee and an enormous pile of scrambled eggs, we went out to explore Yale. It is over 300 years old and the buildings and campus layout are totally different from anything he’d seen in Texas or Utah. We wandered the law school, old campus, the main library (which he recognized from the Indiana Jones movie that filmed there just as I started working), and checked out Skull and Bones.
We finished the visit with a relaxed lunch at an Irish pub before he had to hit the road to get back for a charity event that night. We are the only family members in this part of the world and being able to get together without the hassle and expense of plane tickets is priceless.
While he was here, we discovered a water leak from the apartment above. The toilet tank seal had broken and water was flooding their bathroom and dripping down through my ceiling and down the walls, getting the carpet and pad beneath it soaking wet. It happened fast and having Rob here was a blessing, since he found the damage more quickly than I would have here on my own.
Maintenance came and fixed the upstairs problem, wet vac-ed my rug and carpet pad, and set up a dehumidifier to suck water out of the walls and carpet as well as fans to help dry things out. They’re coming back this morning to do some repairs and I’m sitting here waiting for them, since I want to be sure I know what they’re doing.
Last but not least, I’ve now reached the 100 lb milestone and am only 10 lbs away from entering ONEderland for the first time in over 25 years. I’m not there yet and am not celebrating in advance. But I know I can do it now and am content to let it arrive when I’m ready.
I’m very happy with my progress and accomplishment. I am also painfully aware that people who don’t know me see a fat woman who needs to lose a ton of weight, has no tone and obvious fat pockets. I’m lumpy from the saggy skin, though people don’t necessarily know that’s the reason when I’m covered up. Time is running out for that as the temps rise.
Sometimes it’s hard to remember when reading other people’s weight loss blogs that we are in very different places in our journeys and that their words and observations are not about me at all, since they’ve never met or even seen me. They just hold up a big mirror to the things I still have to deal with – or not. My goal is not to have a lean, trim, toned body. My goal is to be healthier, fitter, smaller, but it also needs to be a place where I know I can maintain without looking out for the fitness police to knock me into a different place just because it works for them. I have enough to process for now.