Saturday, November 17, 2012
When I got home on Wednesday after a few days visiting some friends, I'll admit, I was feeling quite proud of myself. I hadn't succumbed to any nutritional temptations (even though the diet of my friends seem to have evolved to being almost 80% McDonalds since I last saw them...boys, sigh) and I was actually feeling quite happy about being around other people-something I struggled with for a lot of my life...partly due to my appearance, I think. I wasn't totally comfortable, but I was there, which is a big step for me.
Anyway, I felt so pumped up that I had stayed strong! That's right...success! Take a bite, no-calorie success!
Walking along in the woods, contemplating how good I was feeling, how positive, how invincible...!
Of course, being me, I didn't see the tree branch that had fallen in the storm the night before, and found myself with a slightly bruised ego (and other things) at the bottom of a small hill.
Pride before a fall? Karma is getting way to specific for my tastes.
I'm not hurt...a little embarrassed, possibly. No one saw but when you pass groups of hikers...they know. They're going to laugh as soon as you get past...they *know* you've got the co-ordination of a shopping trolley. You're an example to the less-agile of their group.
It's not too bad though. Green tea, Frazier re-runs and a bubble bath.
Plus, you burn more calories climbing back up the hill than you do rolling down!