Hi Everybody,

Last night I attended a potluck with friends and a couple strangers. At meal time I adorned my plate with little dabs of food in a circle. I was careful to avoid what I felt was potentially dangerous food to get stuck in my sleeve. No kale salad or Pasta. I was concerned what others might think or say. Do they even care? I cannot control what others think and my feelings are not facts. I kept quiet in the beginning and slowly ate the tiny amounts on my plate. Halfway through it looked like anyone else's half eaten plate. I rewarded myself with a small portion of fruit tart, minus the crust, for dessert. Then I forgot my instructions and sipped some coffee afterwards.

My point here is that we sometimes think we have power over other peoples brains and thoughts. We believe they pay attention to us closely while we just aren't that important in the big scale of a party. I'm at that point where my weight loss is noticeable but nobody mentioned it directly. A friend said "You're looking good today" which could have meant my outfit, hair or makeup. Sometimes I need to be right-sized and remember I'm not the center of the universe. I'm doing this for myself.

Thank you for allowing me to spout off.

need to remember I'm not the center of the universe.

@@The Laughing Cat

welll put

before WLS - i would try and go to the gym

i always felt so awful/not confident in my clothes (and my body), while many others looked terrific

but someone told me "people are busy with their routines, not watching me"!!

sometimes hard to believe

but it is true!!!!

i'm not the center of the universe either

well then again..........

58 lbs gone!!!

new to onederland!!!

keep up the good job (i know you will)

meet you at the Water cooler, i'm buying

kathy

congrats

The Laughing Cat,

Well said. I have to constantly remind myself--I'm in this for MYSELF. Everyone else is primarily concerned about themselves--so I need to focus on myself too! It's not what other people think about me that matters--It's how much I value myself. Overcomming decades of bad programming however, is a daunting task--I must admit.

Blessings to you,

Kathleen