I was bemoaning my lack of progress in losing the Last Fifteen Pounds, specifically that I’m going to be heading off to Trinidad in a few weeks and my tum will be no firmer than it was a month ago, when I had a realization; I will be heading off to Trinidad in a few weeks. Yes, yes, you may say, you just mentioned that. And I did, and then discounted its significance because my belly wobbles.
I’m going to Trinidad, fully paid for, on the merit of my brains and capability and I’m lamenting a few jiggles??? Have I lost all perspective??? I am both lucky and worthy, belly rolls be damned!
It’s so easy to do, isn’t it?? I think even more so more those of us who are perfectionists
In this scheme of things do an extra fifteen pounds matter?? Hell, an extra fifty???
I whine and bitch and moan here about the “struggle” with those fifteen pounds