Vanity Can Be Painful

So lately I have been doing pretty well with losing weight.

Today I weighed in at 17 stones and 11 lbs. I am very happy indeed.

And I do remember vaguely saying that "Views" would not turn into a "weight loss blog", but losing weight is where my focus is just now, and it is fairly dominant in my life. Every waking hour in fact.

So yesterday I went with Sam to the shops. I had a t-shirt and shorts on, nothing special. As I walked along the car park, I caught a glimpse of myself in one of the large shop windows.

I actually stroked my tummy as I looked at my image. I began to comment to Sam about how finally I was beginning to notice the weight loss in myself, that my tummy was now visibly less...pronounced. I could feel a sense of accomplishment and pride rise within. What is it they say about pride coming before a fall?

It was then I felt the searing pain. It shot up my left arm. No, fate is not so cruel as to allow me to have a heart attack (not yet anyway).

Whilst admiring my handsome reflection, I had walked into a metal disabled parking sign. The edge of the metal sign had struck my left arm, just where it bends (elbow pit?).

Of course, it goes without saying, that Sam could not carry on an adult conversation for a good ten minutes as he was too busy spluttering and laughing at me. I had to keep walking, fearing who had seen me make such a faux pas.

I think I can still allow myself to feel good, but I will need to work on being a bit more observant...