Leap Day leftovers...

Leap Day (or as I call it, "February sucking one day longer") is today.

There. Now that we've observed that we can move on to a couple more important topics.

Like my weight. (You were expecting a treatise on something, but alas, it's Friday, and has been a tough week, treatises aren't gonna happen.) I'm down 10 pounds from the beginning of the year. It's not all that much, but it's enough that I notice. I looked at the BMI stuff yesterday to see how much 10 lbs affected my score and categorization. According to their chart, I'm "obese". Now, I'm not saying I'm fit (I still have some chub around the middle that I'd like to get rid of), but seriously, I'm not obese. I'm clearly just overweight.
And it's quite a punch in the stomach to have to feel good about being just overweight.
I've thought about sharing my progress more specifically, but I think if I put the number out there, I would feel such shame. It's better (10 pounds better, as you know), but where I think there should be pride for accomplishing this and continuing on, there's only a sense of shame for being happy that I my love handles are less grabable. (grabbable?)

The end of February does have one advantage. No more wedding RSVPs. Sadly, my cousin got hers (and her family's) in under the wire. I know everyone has family that's a little eccentric, but man. I talked to her for half an hour, where I literally said, "mm hmm", "oh yeah", and "that's good" for 99% of the time. And really those comments on my part were only there so I didn't fall asleep. At one point she was describing a bus ride she had where the bus in front of hers had tires that fell off on the highway and I said, "well, you really need tires on a bus". Nothing. Not even a breath, she just talked and kept moving.
And I've worked on the seating chart enough to say that no one who reads this will have to sit next to her, so breathe easy. I don't want to say I'm ashamed of my family, because they're nice people and they care about me and I care about them. And they mean well. But they're not very worldy (yup, I'm pretensious and I look down on them, don't mean to. Don't really want to, but there you have it). I don't feel like responsible for them, but they aren't really tactful. I just don't want them to do something to make the others around (who I really really wanted to come) uncomfortable. So, yeah, I'd rather them be uncomfortable, I guess.
Blah.