So- the one week that I could potentially 'rest'? I decided to reverse my decision to NOT attend the professional conference in my home state as I had not cancelled yet... and went. It is a 7 hour drive roughly, and I needed continuing education hours to renew my professional license that expires at the end of this calendar year.
I did not let my mother know until I was in my hotel suite, feet up on the ottoman and working on things via my VPN client. I made plans to meet her in a town halfway from the town I was in, and where she lives. It is a really rural, small place about 30 miles from both of us.
I met her at the designated location, and we went on to the restaurant. After that, we went to a super Walmart and she shopped, and I was on my way back to my hotel less than 3 hours later.
She was on relatively good behavior. Relatively. She was shocked when she saw me, as I am now 102 pounds lighter than I was, and this has been a three year journey of watching calories, adopting a mainly pescatorian eating strategy, and eating mainly fruit, veggies, and organics at that. She made it quite clear that she thinks I am:
- Going to die like my dad did of heart disease because I am losing too fast! Um... over 3 years? and the last 40 lbs has been since October? I am not Karen Carpenter, and my BMI is 24. No danger there.
- Look bad. I did grab a pair of Levi's since I my jeans are too large even with a belt. I found an Missy size 8 (US sizes) and could have worn a size 6 if they had them. That is the smallest I have been since I was 23 or 24, but I was much thinner in high school and college. And at 5' 4 1/2'' I am not a big woman.