As much as I enjoyed my trip to Seattle - and I did!! - there's no place like home! I am happily back in my own little home tired and happy from my travels. Worried about the scale. Thinking I'm going to give myself a couple of days before I weigh myself. I'm sure I have gained because I ate more than I usually do and not the best chocies - but no binges. So I think I'll do two excellent days of great food and exercise and water, water, water and then I'll step on that dirty rotten metallic square thing that lives in my bathroom.
While I was waiting for my connecting flight at O'Hare in Chicago a man came to the check-in desk at my gate. He was morbidly obese, struggling to put one very swollen and painful looking leg in front of the other. He was looking for a wheel chair to get him to his next gate. His words were: 'I need a wheelchair for my disability.' I'm not sure how I feel about that. Is fat a disability? Most addictions - alcoholism, drugs - are defined as diseases. And overeating does destroy health - so is it an illness? Can it be an illness if we do it to ourselves?
That same man was on my flight and I watched people watching him making his way down the aisle holding on to the seats on both sides of the aisle as he limped his way to his seat. I wondered if he needed two spaces. I think about how much food he must eat to maintain himself at that very high weight. And how sad to spend so much of the day feeding - literally - his addiction.
I think that watching others helps keep me on my plan. It  makes it very real for me. And I have to keep it real to regain my health.