Smug As a Bug in a Rug…

I don’t know about you…but…as much as I hate to admit it…I can get a bit smug at times…when I’m really proud of my accomplishments…and wondering why everyone else isn’t on the same page as me…

Case in point…a few years ago…I decided to lose weight…and that’s exactly what I did…it wasn’t a rapid process…but…it didn’t take that long…either…I did it on my own…changing my eating habits…increasing fiber-rich foods… limiting sugary treats…and…adding exercise…lots of exercise…

About the same time…a well-known actress…was promoting a weight loss program…after having lost about the same amount of weight as I had by using their program…

The only problem was…she started to gain the weight back…there was a big scandal and she was fired as spokesperson…

Then…there was the former winner of…The Biggest Loser…who had also gained all his weight back…

I couldn’t understand these people…they had worked so hard…they looked so good…how…why…could they gain the weight back…I would never do thatI could never do thatI had changed my lifestyleI would never go back

Except…I did…

Oh…I had my reasons…and they seemed valid to me at the time…for adding a treat here…a comfort food there…I continued to eat healthy foods…just added junk on top…and I continued to exercise…but…I still gained weight…

Then…came the dreaded brain surgery…and I thought…oh…I’ll lose weight now for sure…I’ll eat healthy…but…let’s just say I didn’t…let’s just say…I gained more weight…

Thankfully…I’m back to my healthy eating habits again…if not my exercise routine…and I am beginning to lose again…but with a difference this time…I’m not feeling so smug…confident that I can do it…yes…but…not smug…

Which is just fine with me…and…Bertha…says smug really doesn’t become me anyway…

Jane

Keep Your Eyes to Yourself…

Personal success…can only be measured…using your own stick…
Keep your eyes to yourself…every student has heard it…every teacher has said it…
Being neither…I was unprepared when Bertha shouted those words to me at the gym this morning…I was on the middle of three treadmills…dreadmills as a friend calls them…and I admit…I couldn’t resist the urge to sneak a peek at the other screens…
This is what I saw…thought…
First…the guy to my right…so…that’s what eight miles an hour looks like…I’ll never make that…that’s like twice as fast as I go for my fast lap…he’s not even breathing hard…he’s probably burning a gazillion calories…not like me…poking along…
Next…woman on my left…so…she’s only going three miles an hour…that’s my slow pace…she’d probably do better if she did like me…and did intervals…so she could have some faster speeds…I’m probably burning more calories than her…
So…what was wrong with that…why was Bertha shouting…aside from the fact that was hard to hear above the treadmills and my iPod…
Well…she says it was because…comparing myself to others…whether favorably…or unfavorably…is totally nonproductive…that the only comparison that matters is me to me…it doesn’t matter if it’s my gym workout…my writing…the size of my house…or even my love life…
And…she’s right…again…give me a break…unlike me…she’s never wrong…wait…help…I’m doing it again…geez…
Jane