For a lot of us, no matter how old we get, we’ll always enjoy…even seek…affirmation from our parents.
My dad and I were a lot alike. Our birthdays were a day apart; he was and I am classically Virgo. That can be a good thing and a bad thing. We fought like cats and dogs, but we always had each others’ backs. Mom often tells me, “You’re just like your dad.” Sometimes she means it as a compliment, and other times, well…
Parents are those special people with whom you can share small victories and they act like the news is the biggest deal in the world. I touch base with mom each week and share my latest weight loss info. I may lose a pound or less, but mom delights as though I’d just landed the cover of People Magazine’s “half their size issue.”
On Wednesday I told mom that I’d lost another pound which brings my total amount lost to 91 pounds. Crossing over from “80-something” pounds lost to “90-something” lost has felt a bit overwhelming to me. Mom’s never had a significant amount of weight to lose, so she and I don’t discuss all of the mental/emotional stuff that’s a big part of my fitness journey. I don’t expect her to understand what it takes for me to do this because she’s never had to travel down this road. I simply report my weekly results, she cheers, and we move on to another topic. But this week mom had the following response about what I’ve accomplished so far:
“Your dad would be proud.”
That’s all I needed to hear.