My niece asked me why I wasn't getting the traditional steak and baked potato so I told them that I was trying to lose weight. I live in a family of skinnies. One got there because he got Type II Diabetes and took control. The "kids" (ages 35-41) have never had weight problems, thank heavens, and the grands are active and don't have them either. The whole family heard me say I was trying to lose weight. No one said a thing.
Maybe they feel like they've heard this same thing before (and they have, in all fairness), maybe they were thinking it's about time, but just saying nothing sort of did a number on me. Like most older females, my life has consisted of putting everyone else first. This journey is going to be about putting me first at least where the eating is concerned. And while I'm sure my family will eventually be encouraging once they can actually see some progress, I just have to accept that for once in my life I'm going to have to be what I consider to be selfish. Who knows, I might enjoy developing this side of my personality!



And I don't give 2 hoots what anyone thinks.