Triple Threat

When I woke up this morning, I did not realize that it was going to be a day for shifts to occur. There wasn't much about my plans that seemed to be the least bit inclined towards the purposes of introspection. Take daughter to daycare, fill out rental application, pick up sister, spend day with sister before taking her to the airport, give practice couple's assessment, and end it all with drinks & Magic Mike with the wifey. Doesn't seem all too earth shattering to me.

Oh how wrong I was.

I went to CPK with my sister for lunch. We were both famished and it was right across the street from Ikea (which wasn't far from the airport). We ordered an appetizer and salads. Now, my sister's salad was one of those mountainous salads that could feed two to three people. Mine, on the other hand, was one of those modest portion salads that you are supposed to eat in its entirety. Which I did.

Just as I was using the fork to scrape the delicious quinoa and feta remnants from my plate, the waiter in training came by to "check on us".... "Holy smokes were you hungry! Wow! You ate all of that! Is there anything else I can get you? Or are you full now?".... I just stared at him with my jaw hanging and shook my head.

My sister and I just stared at each other for a minute and she finally steals the words out of my mouth:
"Is this real life? Did he really just say that?! How inappropriate!!"
"I know. I mean, can you imagine if I was one of my mentees?? If I was still in my eating disorder?!"
"I know!"
"I mean... I would be bursting into tears right now!!"
"I know! That is just unbelievably appropriate!"

I proceeded to write him a note on the back of a receipt to inform him of the potential damage that he could have caused. I felt that it was my duty to inform him and spread the awareness. Then, just when I was starting to feel a little bit better about my ability to take charge of certain situations... We walked outside....

"Hello ladies! Free 30 day trial to our gym!!"

You have GOT to be fucking kidding me right now.... Where the hell is Ashton Kutcher.... or Justin Beiber.... Who is doing Punk'd these days, again?

Thankfully, Ikea offered us somewhat of a respite from the negative body image propaganda.


We still had time to kill before her flight and decided to venture into the bookstore.

All was well and we proceeded to carry on a psychology driven conversation about children over our overpriced lattes. Which, inevitably, lead us to the restroom. On our way back out through the children's section, a book cover caught my sister's eye. There was a hamburger with the head of a little girl on it. The title read Fatty McPhereson. I was horrified to hear that the description of the book was a story about a girl who grew to own her nickname... Did I mention that it was a children's book?

At this point, I find it necessary to provide full disclosure in that I ate and kept all of my food today with absolutely no problems. Just as I have for the last several months (I honestly can't remember but it has been close to a year since I have had any slips of any kind.... this includes skipping a meal).


I suddenly was stricken by a new burst of purpose about why it is that I am doing all that I am doing. That it is not a closed market. That people are still un or ill informed. I have a lot of work to do.


Oddly, this was overwhelming rather than liberating.


I was worried about how I would get into an apartment and make rent and find a job and pay for daycare and put gas in my car...... How am I going to save the world one fat talk comment at a time?


Then I came home to my boyfriend.


I came home from a night out with my best friend to find my adorable boyfriend passed out, snoring in bed. Apparently his card night with the guys had been successful. I just looked at him and suddenly I knew exactly how I was going to do all of it.


He told me last night that I don't really need any support; but that he will always give it... just to see my smile.... There are rare moments when I don't hate that he is right.


I don't have to worry about what is waiting for me at home. I can count on him to wrap his arms around me and give me that boost that I don't really need. I know that he gets it from me.



I spent two hours watching gorgeous men strip on a giant screen....


None of that was nearly as beautiful as seeing him curled up around the pillow waiting for me to crawl into bed with him.

It is nice to have someone who wants to hold my hand :)