Before I start my post, which will become something of a rant (what? I know my faults!) I want to wish my Mum a very happy birthday.
It is the first birthday she is celebrating while living so close to us, and so I am going to try and make it a great day for her. We are off to Chatsworth in Derbyshire, and we are stopping at a fabric shop in Chesterfield on the way home. Then this evening, I am making dinner, and a birthday cake for her. It is going to be a lovely day! (And it appears the weather is even behaving itself!)
Yesterday, I had some exciting news. Hubby and I had expressed interest in two sets of siblings via our social worker and the social worker of one of the sets of siblings came back and thought, judging from our profile on one of these database whatsits, that we would be a potential match for them. Cue excited squeaking noises. I will confess to doing little jigs and a couple of excited jumps as well.
So I called our social worker and made sure that she was ready to send our report to the children’s social worker. It turns out that the Adoption Panel wanted to have some more information than they got from our panel interview. Okay, I said. What can I do to help? What followed was a 30 minute interview on the telephone, including the last item which was about my weight.
Oh yes indeedy, that old chestnut again. Sigh. I hate this. I loathe the fact that I am continually judged by the people in “authority” by the way I look and by a number on the scales. Yes, I am bigger than “average” or “normal” whatever the hell that means. But I am also healthier than anyone I know. I certainly have more energy than anyone I know and I am capable of working as fast as anyone requires me to do. Just ask the people who have stepped into my former jobs when I have moved onto pastures new. The muttered phrase of “How the hell did she get THROUGH it all” has been mentioned on numerous occasions. And if you take a look at my to do lists, and what I can get through each day, one of my closest friends has said that my energy levels make her feel like she is part sloth.
So once again, I need to get focussed on what I put in my body. Since coming back from our holiday I would say we had relaxed our focus somewhat, but we are a long way from being slovenly diet wise, and not all of our bad habits had crept back. Some of them had, certainly. But not all of them.
I will also admit to getting more than a little defensive with our social worker as well yesterday. I have been approved as an adoptive parent. The adoption panel medical adviser had cleared me as being fine. My own cow of a GP admitted (through gritted teeth) that there is nothing that can stop me from being a fine and proper parent. I do hope they are all listening as I say the next bit through a loud hailer, right by their collective ears.
STOP ASKING ME WHETHER MY WEIGHT STOPS ME FROM DOING ANYTHING.
GOT IT? GOOD!!