I’ve been lacking in the motivation department of late, both to eat well and exercise. After months of running my tail off and trying to eat well, I thought I deserved a wee bit of a break. Add to that a couple of weeks of a narsty-arse chest cold and piles of work events, and you just have a recipe for some off road adventures into being COMPLETELY off track.
So I’m standing there in a lecture at work Saturday morning (yes. I was at work all day Saturday, in fact), staring down a tray of carblicious delights such as croissants and carrot cake, and I notice my BlackBerry blinking at me.
It’s a text from my dearest little daddy.
It just said:
“199.8 lb. Today “ (I love that he does emoticons now)
I totally teared up, promptly showed my coworkers and tweeted that bad boy like nobody’s business.
Now, if you don’t know the back story, my dad has been attending meetings for a couple of years now and I’ve even gone with him on occasion. He’s a cute little man but hasn’t seen one-derland since we were kids. Now, he won’t count a POINT and can’t figure out the Weight Watchers program to save his life, but goes to his meetings faithfully. He jumps on that scale and lets the old birds chastise him about not taking the program seriously and takes it all in stride. He always tells me, “mouser – I’m just doing the best that I can, and that’s all that I can do.”
Daddy – you are the best and I am so proud of you.
And I’m doing the best I can, from this day forward.