This week is going to be Follow-Up Week on Letters For Lucas. I have poured my heart out and shared a lot recently and want to clarify and update you on a few posts.
Last month, I received more comments on my post F-A-T (click here to read the original post) than I have on any other post. To all of you that read, commented and could relate, thank you. I love receiving comments and always appreciate what my readers have to say (on and off line) and particularly enjoy learning something new from your perspective. I wish I had more time to engage in an open dialogue with each and every one of you.
I knew that I would be touching a nerve with many of you in this post because weight is such a difficult, frustrating and lifetime issue for so many of us. It is also a very hard topic to discuss because it is a very personal matter. What works for one person, may not work for another and we all have reasons for why we are over or under weight, obsess about exercising or drown our sorrows in food. Many of these reasons come from our childhood and our role models. In my case, my mother.
I have never talked about my mother’s weight with anyone (a part from my sister, husband and a handful of very close friends) before. I couldn’t even talk to my own mother about it, so I had never really explored my own feelings about my body and weight until I wrote that post.
Before I pressed [publish], I read the post to Todd and he warned me that it might be a little “too brave”. For the record, I rarely run my blog posts by my husband, but for some reason, I did this time. I don’t want to be monitored here and I wasn’t looking for his approval; this is my blog, my space and as I’ve stated before, I write for me and Lucas, however, I do feel a certain amount of responsibility and would rather not offend or piss off any of my readers.
With F-A-T, I sincerely hope that I did not come across insensitive to those of you that have or do struggle with your weight. I know that it is a real problem and that for many of you is a daily source of aggravation.
I also didn’t mean to offend anyone by touting that I have never been on a diet. Trust me when I say that I would be bigger than a house if I didn’t exercise. My conscience choice to exercise (and love of exercise) along with using my mother as an example of what not to do were the two main reasons for my post.
Please keep reading, commenting and letting me know how you feel.