I had a “moment” yesterday. It was one of those moments that had me thinking, “my goodness, that’s not my normal response.” A sweet woman I know, told me that she’s lost 12 pounds doing Weight Watchers… and I congratulated her. Ok, so maybe that doesn’t seem like a big deal, but it is because not only did I congratulate her with my words, I didn’t harbor jealousy over her announcement. The pre-no-dieting me would say, “I’m so happy for you”, while in my heart, it would set off a mess of obsessive thoughts about how I wish I was losing weight too. It’s not that I wouldn’t be happy for her, because truly I would be, but I would also be jealous, competitive, and thinking about what I needed to do to achieve the same results… or better. I didn’t feel any of that. Wow.
Progress? I think so.