Woohoo, triumph! I did mention in my last post that my lil bro said that I was looking a lot better than I had over the holidays. I didn’t want to get too excited over that since it was one person’s feedback and the hubby honestly couldn’t see a major difference. But my confirmation came in the form of my father.
Some backstory – daddy really wants his kids to be in good health, of sound mind and body. He very much believes that a strong and healthy body will contribute to strong and healthy mind. Unfortunately he also sees with the eyes of a traditional Thai man and his daughters, both being 100% Thai, should look like Thai girls, right? Um no. I’m a genetic aberration – I’m at least 4 inches taller than the norm, broader through the shoulders, heavier in the skeletal structure and muh more curvy. I’m …like…a Malamute next to a Siberian husky. They look similar but the former is way more heavy duty than the latter.
So historically, my dad’s been on my case about my weight. Of course he thinks in terms of pounds and not body fat percentage. He’s probably the critic with the most profound impact on my psyche.
Last night, we were at dinner and he said to me in front of everyone that he was very proud of me because not only was I looking better, but my torso was much smoother and I was looking much better. He wanted me to keep up the good work in the gym because he thought I looked more energetic and happy too, and he wanted me to be happy.
Now that was an awesome positive reinforcement. I am so happy we joined the gym.