I just got back from spending a week with my parents, my brother and his wife and my husband all in one condo. This very topic was in my head
a lot during this week as my mom commented several times that I was too thin and initiated several conversations about my being 'obsessed with diet and exercise'. And never mind the little snide comments I didn't address or the side looks...
I don't consider myself obsessed with calorie counting and weight loss most of the time, but admit I have some habits other people might see that way. Like Josephine, I still weigh and log everything, including the ingredients I put into my morning smoothie. DH sometimes sees that as unnecessary at this point, I keep telling him that I'm not comfortable enough with estimating this early in the maintenance game. Hopefully I'll get there. This week was a test for that - I didn't take my scale on my trip, I just eyeballed things. I also ate between 2000-2400 calories three of the days we were there - the first three days, actually. Later in the week I felt grungy from the garbage I'd eaten the first three days so I cut back to around 1700 for the rest of the time, and made healthier choices.
I exercise pretty much every day - I did miss two days last week, one because it was the day we were traveling back home and we came straight in to my stepson overnight, so no time. The other was because I let my mom influence me - DH says to me "your mom is really worried about you overexercising, it would really make her feel better to see you take a day off while we are down here", so I took a day off. And felt miserable. I was angry with her for being so critical of my exercise all week, I was angry at DH for suggesting it, I was angry at myself for doing it. Really, I made the bad choice, so all the anger should have been directed straight back onto me. And, that was the day that I felt like poop all day and ended up staying home from dinner. I really enjoy working out and the way it makes me feel. I'm pretty sure I'll miss my goal for October, because I've taken more off days than normal and had a couple of shorter workouts, so to make it I would have to do 70ish minutes every day for the rest of the month. If I were as obsessed as my mom said I am I would be scheming for a way to make that happen. Reality is, ten days of 70 minutes per day would burn me out. I know better. Do I exercise now when I might have been reading or watching tv in the past? Absolutely. Like Meghan said, it is a hobby for me now, just different from my old ones.
I just had to do my medical history and family history for two new doctors - my family history is pages long. I look at all the things that my mother, grandmothers, aunts, cousins suffer from and I make a choice right now to not have to put those items on my 'current medical conditions' section in five years if I can possibly help it. My mom is 5'3", or was, has probably lost some height down to 5'1". She weighs somewhere in the 85-90 pound range. She never eats, what she does makes her sick most of the time. I'm not going to be that person. She got there through anorexic behavior over the years and who knows what else, she won't talk about it. I'm getting smaller through a better diet than I've had in years and exercise. Again, not obsession, but choice.
I thought about motivation this week, too. This was my second vacation being smaller than my SIL. I liked it, and am vain enough to admit that it provided some external motivation. I looked at my mom and what I saw scared me - more external motivation. Internal motivation - the way I felt on Thursday when I didn't do any exercise on top of grungy food. The way I look in the clothes I bought. The way I was able to make the 9 flights of stairs up and down to our room 25 times when we were down there without getting short of breath and stopping halfway. (The elevator needed a key card, and would shut you in sometimes if it couldn't read your card - wasn't taking the stairs for exercise, was creeped out about being trapped in an elevator...
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Okay, I've rambled awhile. Might not have made any sense, but there are my thoughts on it. I'm confident that I'm taking care of myself, I'm not depriving myself of anything, I splurge on occasion, I rest when I need to, if other people need to see that as obsessed then so be it.