Ever since I started blogging back in 2006 I have periodically complained about my fluffiness. At that time I had a fairly good excuse for it – all the weight I’d gained while going through chemotherapy and various issues and treatments (mostly steroids) after cancer (but because of stupid cancer). That card’s been played, though, and it’s been time to move on for quite some time.
So have I slimmed up? No. Why? Because my ambition is always very short-lived. Apparently I hadn’t found the right motivation.
Until now. The other night we were watching “Grown Ups” and there’s a part when they’re at a water park. I LOVE water parks! I haven’t been on a water slide in years, though, and I’ve decided that’s going to change next summer.
You’re probably thinking that my newfound motivation is how I’ll look in a bathing suit at the water park but you would be wrong. If that was a sufficient catalyst I would have lost all this weight before we went to Hawaii two summers ago. No. My thought is this – if I lose the weight I’ll be able to more comfortably climb all those steps to the top of the water slide.
Hey. Whatever works.
To spur on this new drive was the women’s Christmas brunch at church yesterday. It’s hard enough to find a decent outfit – one that doesn’t make me look quite so blobbish – to wear on the stage in front of 70 or so women. I do a pretty good job of inserting myself into the mental fantasy that I look fit and trim. I don’t have to see me up there so I can roll with that lie. But yesterday’s event was filmed. I caught a very quick glimpse of myself on one of the big screens as I was giving my talk and it was tremendously frightening. I’m scared to actually see the video. But maybe if I watch it every morning I’ll lose my appetite and feel the urge to exercise for a couple of hours. One can hope.