This morning I was dragging slowly due to my first cold in three years and took the latest bus in to work I possibly could and still make it in on time. I haven't taken this bus in a long time and it had the same driver as the last time I took it.
Well, as I was getting off the bus to walk into my building she said, "can I ask you something?"
I turned around and said, "sure."
"Are you on a diet?", she asked.
I had such a rush of inner pride and told her that "yes, I am. I am doing Weight Watchers, eating vegetarian foods and I walk."
She then said, "Well, you look good!"
I love these types of encounters from people who saw me before my weight loss began but don't know that I am on a diet. It is my favorite kind of recognition because they have nothing to prompt them to ask me if I have lost weight other than seeing the difference in my size and shape.
It was a great start to my day in which I feel like utter crap.