Sunday night, Gary and I were sitting down for dinner when he asked me if I was going to take a photo. In front of me was a plate of grilled chicken souvlaki, rice, grilled fresh pineapple, and leafy greens. I was surprised when he asked, and even more surprised when I told him I hadn't planned to and he was disappointed! It was a great dinner, but I didn't realize he was so keen on me posting photos of what we eat.
Last night, I snapped a picture of my hamburger before I devoured it. Gary laughed in disbelief. "You didn't take a photo of last night's fantastic, fresh gourmet dinner, but tonight you take a photo of a hamburger? Everyone knows what a hamburger looks like!"
While I laughed and told him that I didn't realize he cared so much, he told me this:
"Well, I think your readers care! They want to see new ideas for dinner! They want to know what a weight-loss success story is eating!"
I stopped him. "I'm hardly a weight-loss success story," I said between bites of burger.
But then he stopped me.
My boyfriend told me that yes, I was a success story. Wasn't I making a concerted effort to change the way I was eating? Wasn't I making goals and reaching them? Wasn't I working hard to be more active? And most importantly, hadn't I LOST WEIGHT?
Yes. I have, on all fronts. So while I'm a success story in progress, I'm still a success. Every single ounce that I've lost, every inch, every minute on the elliptical - these are measures of success. Every time I have fruit instead of baklava, every time I use skim milk instead of cream in my coffee, I'm succeeding. And so are all of you!
What a wonderful way to think.