My life is full of people who keep trying to tell me what to do. I’m NOT liking it. Not even one little bit. I’m 51 frickin’ years old! I keep waiting for that time when people will stop critiquing me, offering “helpful” suggestions, telling me I should do things their way, have their belief systems.
Not my blog readers, no. I think that we bloggers sort of “get” that we don’t really know each other so we can’t offer pointed suggestions that we then INSIST the other person accepts. No, it’s colleagues, organizations, family. Tired of everyone. SO sick of it.
I’m sick to death of people telling me what to do. SO ANNOYED.
I’ve said that I’m stopping at 192 pounds. I’ve also said that I’m GOING to keep working at being incredibly fit. I’m NOT seeing why people don’t see what I’m saying. Listen people: I’m GOING to get healthy. I’m just going to stop focusing on the bloody scale once I hit 192. I figure that once I get to 192, I’m pretty freakin’ healthy compared to 283 pounds.
OBVIOUSLY once I get to 192 I’ll want to stay healthy. I want to get even healthier.
We’re talking 20 pounds or so. For pities sake. I will most likely lose 10-20 more but I want it to happen as an outgrowth of my continued good habits, not because I’m “on a journey” and I MUST GET TO THE END. I’m sick and tired of this stupid journey.
I need to think of it in a different way and having anyone else tell me how I NEED to think of it doesn’t work for me.
All I want to do is the create some mental space for me to BE. I’d like to enjoy my good health and to keep an open mind to the fact that I will most likely WANT to continue on to lose maybe 1 pound a month over the next 12 to 24 months.
Seriously. I hate people sometimes.