It's a pity I do this, but I do. I live my life in comparison to others. Not so much in terms of "keeping up with the Joneses" because I'm not really very materialistic, but I do that a bit too. However, look at this.
I took this picture a few minutes ago. There are days when I feel overweight based on the fact that I've gained 40-45 pounds since I got married 16 years ago. And on the fact that my knees and back do have some problems and the doctor has suggested that less weight on them would help. And I don't think he meant that I should stop carrying Alice or hauling my own groceries.
But when I look at this picture I don't feel like I should apply to be the next Biggest Loser.
It's when I go shopping that I feel most overweight. I hate the plus-size section. I'd love to be a happy size 16. For many of you that would be huge, but that leads me to the next picture.
I'm a freakin' fat giant!! And this is actually how all of you must see me. Only I see me alone. Everyone else in the world sees me beside other normal people. We do see each other in relation to the world around us. And the world around me is much, much smaller than I am.
In the future, all pictures of me must be taken alone, or beside mountains and tall trees. I either have to lose some weight or live a life of unbroken illusion, the illusion that I too am normal. Sigh...