The bad: Under on fat on all days, over on protein on 2 days, salt way too high on all but 1 day, learned that my BMI is 38.
Hopefully I can scuba dive. The little nagging, pinching-your-stomach worries have started. Am I'm too old or out of shape to climb in and out of the boat? There might not be too many sharks in the Texas lakes but there are alligators and if there is one anywhere close to me, I'm the one it's gonna come after cause I'm plump and juicy! But my biggest concern is what will I wear? Can I get away with wearing shorts and a baggy T-Shirt over my bathing suit? I'd rather have the alligator take a bite out of me than be seen in my bathing suit.
My Mom called me about her upcoming visit:
"I'm going to make that triple chocolate cake you love so much."
Knowing that all that southern "comfort" food helped pack on all my extra poundage in the first place I protested, "Mom, I'd really rather stick to the diet."
"And a peach cobbler since I know that's your favorite."
"Okay, maybe just the cobbler." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "No don't bring the cobbler either because I can't eat it. I'm trying very hard to eat healthier, more things like baked chicken and salads and fresh fruit and veggies and no fried foods or heavy desserts."
"Don't worry, I'm going to make sure you eat right." (Which means eating her food.) Feeling desperate, I lied.
"I don't like fried foods anymore because it upsets my stomach. And I've been working very hard to loss weight. I don't want to gain it back."
"I don't know why you girls are always dieting. There's nothing wrong with you. You're not overweight you just have more curves than your sisters."
Oh, how blind a mother's sight when they look through their heart and not their eyes.
The Race for the Cure is this weekend. I received my t-shirt and parking pass in the mail so that makes it feel more real. I'm not sure if my friends are going to go but I'm going to be there.
For a while I was swept along as wave after wave of runners took off. The faster runners cut through us slower runners like sharks through schools of tuna. I picked up my heels and ran faster than I've run in years. I feared if I slowed too much I'd be pushed down and this slightly plump tuna would be trampled flat. Believe me, fear for your life is a great motivator! Once the sharks, I mean faster runners swept past us then everything settled down and I could slow down. My initial run was for ten minutes and a little over a mile ... I new record for me!