An encounter on the way to Threedom

Today two things happened.

After a week and a half of flirting with the rollover I can finally say I weigh a number with a 3 in front of it instead of a 4. These are pre-COVID numbers people! Inflation what? no-contact who? I am living in the land of threedom and it feels good :)

And yet,

Today on my walk (gettin those steps!) I was stopped by a guy on a lime scooter who asked me where the 7-11 was. I replied I didn't know and that I just walk here (we were on a bike path/walking path) he laughed and rode off. Now my mind had a ready answer for why he did that: "oh there's a fat guy he probably has the nearest slurpee programmed into his brain like dang GPS. I'll go ask him where to get some." And before I had started this journey an interaction like that would have really gotten to me and caused me to spiral into some dark thoughts.

But he doesn't know me. He doesn't know the journey I've been on, how hard its been, how much progress I've made. He just sees a 399 pound guy and makes assumptions.

Today two things happened. And I get to decide which matters more.

Wishing y'all the best :)