Random thoughts

I bought a skipping rope today from the dollar store. It broke after 15 minutes, and boy was I glad! Man, that was hard work, and my shins/calves are killing me. Also, my bladder is not the same as it was before having a kid. Eek.

I ran into one of my old clients in the post office today. He asked how the kid was doing, and I said she's running everywhere. He commented on how I've lost weight, so she must be keeping me running. It's such a Catch-22. I want people to notice that I have, but I hate when they say anything to me. I don't mind if my friends, who have been following my journey, comment on it, but to just have someone on the street comment on it? Ick.

Also, I will be seeing my mother in 2 weeks. She is sure to comment. I don't want her to. She's always commented on my weight (good or bad). I'm sure she'll tell me she's "proud of me". The problem with this is that I've always felt like she's most "proud" when I'm skinny enough for her liking. There's a lot of baggage here that I don't totally feel like going into at the moment.