There are some people in our lives that build us up and others that tear us down. I don’t know about you, but I prefer the former over the latter, and try to keep the latter out of my life at all possible costs.
Over the weekend, someone told me they were proud of me. That’s it. Proud of me because I’ve done so well, and would accept none of my “glass half empty” blah blah blahs about how much further I had to go. I was speechless (which says a lot for me cause I rarely ever stop talking), and it dawned on me that’s exactly the sort of person I like to be around.
On the other hand, I met someone recently who – while complimenting me – managed to tear me down every time we talked. I’m sure they felt they were being supportive, but actions speak louder than words. I was able to cut it off at the pass and remove the person from my circle of friends, but their influence was insidious. (Incidentally, this person’s time in my life corresponds with my blogging hiatus. Coincidence? I think not.)
It’s pretty simple: friends are people you love and trust to support you, not erode your self confidence. I’ve spent far too much time in the past thinking negatively about myself to keep that kind of cr*p around.
Looking at it now, the contrast between the two is crystal clear: one focused on the accomplishment and strides I’ve taken, but the other focused on how far I have left to go and what a difficult journey it will be. Truth be told, I vascillate between those two trains of thought more often than I should, but – in the end – I’d rather celebrate myself today than mourn the days to come.
Now, onto that other stuff:
During my blogging hiatus, I finally hit the 50lbs gone mark. Yay!
Then 55lbs. Yay!!
I joined a gym. Yay!!!!
Then I stopped going to Weight Watchers for a month. Boo. It started because Luann, my Wednesday night leader, is no longer at that location, but I do know where she is on Saturdays. Now it’s a question of do I go to the Saturday morning meeting or try to find another leader that doesn’t bore me to tears.