If I encounter an adversary, I'll be ready thanks to kickboxing class. I'll do a bunch of jumping jacks, followed by some running in place. And then I'll invite him/her to breakfast before I get too winded to speak.
I'm making progress. Except that my scale broke quite recently so I have no idea. I don't think I broke the scale.
To compensate for the real or imagined lost weight, I ordered take-out for dinner tonight. I called Mahoney's and was transferred to the hostess. Here's how it went:
her: may I help you?
me: yes please. May I have two jerk chicken sandwiches.....
her: hi Susan
She didn't even let me get to the "heaps of chipotle crema on the side, please." Although now that I think about it, at least she didn't say "and would you like 3,000 calories of chipotle crema on the side, same as usual?"
A friend of mine from Falmouth (still on the Cape but AGES from here) asked for restaurant recommendations in my area. And then I wouldn't shut up. I might have to do a post just on the restaurants. By town. Oh I do love the restaurants around here. And then (because obviously she's a glutton for punishment) she asked me some questions about the way we raise our kids.
Her timing couldn't have been worse, because I had a long talk about that with my sister just last night and I've been feeling a little gabby about it ever since. Now if you don't have kids, don't hang up because it actually applies to every day life.
My sister is a child development genius. And she's really supportive and uncritical and, did I say supportive? of parents. Which is good, since she's a teacher. Her whole thing is parent education. You know, I have my Save The Whales thing and she has her Save the Whales by Educating Parents So They Raise A More Conscientious Generation thing.
Anyway, she was giving a talk last night and she told me she was going to ask people what they thought society was telling them their children needed. I listed things like: video games, a sterile environment, an SUV to ride around in, lots of expensive toys, a Kitchenaid dishwasher, and a really big swingset*. And then she asked me what I thought my kids needed, and I listed: a good example, opportunities to try new things, nutritious meals, family time. Yada yada. You get the idea.
My sister's whole point was: go with what you know your children need.
Now I realize I can be a little Lola Granola at times. I think maybe I go overboard with the whole experiential thing (hello, chickens!) to make up for my commercial culture reticence. And if I could just Let Go of the feeling that I'm not measuring up to society, I could be way more normal and go with what I think is right.
I'd probably still get the chickens.
*I'm not saying you shouldn't have these things. I'm saying that they (some of them) are the kinds of things I don't have and feel a bit self-conscious about. Some of them I'm fine not having. Really fine.