by Maria's Last Diet
Any woman who loses weight and keeps it off, my hat's off to her.
She's a woman I admire, and can't be. She's someone who is a lot stronger than I am. She is someone who doesn't have big problems, not like I do.
This woman, my fantasy woman of perfection, goes on a weight-loss diet and stays on her diet. Nothing shakes her. Nothing pushes her off. She knows her own mind and doesn't waver.
So, she probably never fights with her boyfriend the way I do. And she must have her career all revved up, like I don't. And she must think very highly of herself, like "I can do it!". What a woman, this woman I aspire to be.
This is a woman who knows everything about being a good mother, which I don't. She doesn't ever lose her temper. She's not selfish. She never steals their cookies out of the cabinet when they're not looking.
My brave woman is a woman of conviction, and she knows her own worth. I am worth it, she says, and then proceeds to spend money on gourmet versions of her diet foods. She takes naps, and demands that everyone fend for themselves until she gets up.
My heroine has a clear, orderly house, with no dust. her bathrooms sparkle and smell like fresh lemon zest.
What a woman, what a woman, is all I can say.
Is there such a woman?
I've never met one.
Never.
Does she exist?
I doubt it.
And yet, I do know women who have lost weight, even after many years of keeping it on.
Maybe I don't need to be quite so perfect.
Can I take myself just where I am, and try?
I can do better in some ways, I'm sure.
I know I'll never be the fantasy, forget about it.
I better work with what I have. If I wait to be perfect, it'll take forever. I no longer want to wait to lose the weight.