If you have a child, I have no doubt you have had some interesting conversations. My tween never ceases to amaze me.
I have been on a mostly plant-based, mostly vegan diet, for about three weeks now. While I have the occasional bit of fish or a bit of chicken broth (so I don’t go 100% vegan or vegetarian), I’m liking the results. I am feeling a lot better and I’m dropping a bit of weight.
I lost about 80 pounds before I was diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer. This in part due to doctors and their staff not listening to my pleas for help. After I lost over 25% of my body weight, without making changes to my diet or habits, I knew they needed to listen.
When all was said and done, my surgery over, etc., I was actually less than what my driver’s license said I weighed. Which ladies can relate to that? We all know that particular number is a tad skewed. Am I right?
In the last three weeks, I’ve lost over 10 pounds. My clothes are fitting better and I look thinner. My tween then chose to add her two (or twenty) cents in.
It would seem I no longer have enough “padding” for her liking. She pointed out, that if I were to fall, what would keep me safe?
Ummm…..when I stepped out of a door and broke my foot, padding didn’t do anything for me then.
She prefers her “chunkier” mom. While I know what she was saying was out of love, I also know I had to resist the urge to pretend to grab a glass of water to drink and not dump it all over her.
I have to work to keep my weight off now. I mean, I’m pushing that “50s” envelope within the next few years. If a diet that will help my cancer also causes me to lose a few pounds…heck yea…rabbit food here I come!
My insightful daughter means well, but at the end of the day, I don’t mind looking good, in addition to feeling good. It’s a “side effect” that I can live with!