The difference
Last time I visited my parents, I had lost 25 pounds from my starting weight. In contrast to the pajamas and slippers that I prefer to wear on travel days (C’mon. You’ll never see any of those people again…), I was wearing a cute, “slimming” (one of my least favorite words) blouse, a cute pair of heels, and had straightened my hair because I was to meet the two Rachels right after the flight. I sat in the airport, sketching in my journal and waiting for boarding call when a man came and asked me for the time. I scarcely looked up when I answered, and continued...
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I am writing from the airport, where I’ll be traveling back home to California after an unexpected family funeral. The last time I visited my family — in April (and documented here) — was the last time I was really “on program” with my eating. It’s cliche, but going home always derails me. My hope is that this trip will, well, rail me again. My parents have faithfully followed their new eating program for over a month now, and are seeing some results. Mom has lost nearly 20 pounds and dad at least 10. He didn’t weigh himself at the beginning, but his...
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