Some very close friends experienced the loss of their grandfather this past week. From what I've read he was one of those rare men whose loss more often than not goes unnoticed except for family, but thanks to blogs his passing has been mourned in a open and powerful way. Go here, here, and here to read some wonderful tributes. I've been without grandparents for over 12 years, and it's a loss I still feel. My love to all of you, my dear, precious, friends, as you walk through this.
Supermom chronicled a day from hell in her latest blog. I must say that for those of us who wiped tears from our eyes during a slideshow tribute to mothers, and for the beautiful little keepsake the mom's in our group got to take with them, her day was not in vain. Thanks, girl, you are so very appreciated!
I am officially fourteen pounds lighter than I was three weeks ago. I'm pleased, but not really super excited. I mean, I get that its a start, and its progress, and that's a good thing. But the reality is, about the time I've lost 3 times that amount (that'd be 42 pounds for all you budding math geniuses), I will still be 100 pounds overweight, and the only physical evidence will be what I feel, not what anybody sees. I'm guessing it will be 70 pounds into this before any real visible change happens. I'm not discouraged, or depressed by this (at this moment, anyway), just more aware of the scope of my battle. You know the look in the eyes of Aragorn, Legolas, and Haldir (the elf leader sent from Elrond) as they looked out at the massive orc army at Helms Deep in The Two Towers? That's the look I need. The lightning flashing of helmets made them aware of the size of the army, yet they were not panicked, they just had the hard stare of warriors who knew a long, difficult battle lay ahead. I don't have that look yet, right now I think I'm looking more like the kids who were standing on that wall, more overwhelmed than hard, more ready to run than fight. But you know, when it came down to it, they didn't run.
Neither will I.