ouch

So my babe and I are at yoga last Saturday morning, and I'm admittedly feeling pretty damn good about my progress...not so fast.

We are leaving and our yoga pal (who shall remain nameless) says the following:

"Wow Leslie you are really losing weight, you look great!" Looks at me and says "And you're TRYIN'!"

Ouch...

A. Leslie is already trim and fit.

B. Compliment all or shut the F up!

compelled to compare

This is the thing I do...compare my life to everyone else's life in an attempt to fully justify my low self-esteem. so, yep...I've done it again. I've compared my life and accomplishments to someone else and now feel like a loser.

In my mind I know this is false. I know that I have fashioned quite a nice and rewarding life for myself...complete with fabulous canines, a few unmentionable felines, some chicks and the master chick that has made my life soooo great. So, why do I feel like it should be more? Will more money mean more success on a personal level? I'm living my life in a way that is truly satisfying...here is where I allow this to be OK...

Just something I've been pondering. I'm pondering this because I can sense that just about the time I'm on my death bed will be about the time I finally accept myself and my life for who and what it is.

Does everyone feel this way to some degree? I wonder....