Well that just made my day!  My dad, who I love dearly, made my day a few days ago.  We had gone over to my parents for Memorial Day dinner.  I was sitting on the couch, not feeling very proud of myself (i'll explain that later) when he walks up and says, "you are getting skinny!" and gives me the biggest hug. 

Ok, up until this point I had started having the "pitiful me's"...  I have been at this weight loss thing since early March and even though I've seen major improvements, I wasn't feeling them at this time.  I had just spent the prior day in bed due to a hurt back, my husband said it was too much zumba (um, not a possibility, at least not for me).. but he had a point. 

My friend and I had done an hour of zumba on Thursday, an hour and a half on Friday night at a Zumbathon and another hour on Saturday.  Ok, I admit, a little overboard.  My back definitely let me know who was in charge the following day.  The thing was that even though we had done sooo much, my weight didn't reflect it.  I was going down that dark path that only ends in self ridicule and self loathing.  I was not feeling "skinny" in the least bit.  But my Dad saw it completely different.  It had been about a week since I had seen him last so I guess he could tell.  That's the funny thing about "dieting", we loose perspective because we are constanlty getting on that scale, begging it for mercy only to see it only change by small bits and pieces. 

But the big picture that I had to step back from and appreciate was that yes, I have lost a little weight since the last time I had seen him and I should feel good about that, not torment myself because it wasn't "enough"...  As hard as it is sometimes, the only thing we can do is "just keep swimming, just keep swimming..."