Haile Gebrselassie in less than an hour! Through the magic of satellite televison and a fast digital camera, I was able to catch this shot, two seconds before the unofficial finish.
Okay, back to our regularly scheduled programming.
I've been thinking of Mary's comment yesterday. She said, "I know I can do absolutely anything I set my mind to – and want bad enough. With the exception of losing weight. So I quit trying."
What I've been thinking is, what would 'not trying' feel like? Seems like I've been trying for-freakin'-ever, and certainly since I was about 11 years old, with relatively short periods of either not caring or not working at losing or maintaining.
Twice in my life I've maintained a 'normal' weight for about three years each time. One was after the birth of my son in 1973. The second was about 10 years ago.
And I guess that's what keeps me on the path of trying: I've done it before. I realize my age, hormonal changes and a slower metabolism all contribute to my current lack of success [success being defined as reaching the weight goal I've set for myself]. So I just tell myself I need to keep at it, work harder, eat less, never, never, never, never give up.
I'll tell you what, though … it's tempting to quit trying and learn to come to some kind of peace with where I am now.
Guess where I was a year ago today? In Las Vegas, getting married! Yes, Mr. Shrinking Knitter and I are celebrating our first year of wedded bliss. I was in a Hallmark store yesterday selecting the perfect card and there was a sweet little old man next to me, muttering that it looked like anniversary cards stopped at 50 years. He was looking for one for his wife, whom he married 60 years ago. He said he was giving her roses, too. [Mr. SK presented me with a beautiful arrangement of red roses on Thursday.]