I had the weirdest day at the gym. Make that a weird day in general.
I’m not kidding – and believe it or not, I’m not bragging either: Everywhere I went, people I know told me that I “look great” and that I’ve “really lost a lot of weight.”
Though it seems that the men in my life are able to lose 30 lbs overnight by merely deciding that they need to go on a diet, the last time I checked it takes a very long time for a woman to lose weight.
Did people forget what I looked like over the holidays?
Did the bulge I’ve been battling declare a strategic retreat?
I don’t know, and I don’t care. I’m happy to receive the compliments and it gives me the inner strength I need to Just Say No to Sprinkles Cupcakes in the office kitchen.
My only prayer is that this isn’t a case of history repeating itself. When I was much younger, someone (who shall remain unidentified) asked someone I know (who shall also remain unidentified) who was looking great: