Dragging myself onto the wagon
Thursday, October 08, 2015
Thank God the Sparkpeople bandwagon is so low to the ground and slow-moving. It means even with my hands full of treats and my body slick with grease I can still camber into the back and catch my breath around mouthfuls of pie.
I'm trying this thing again. It isn't a thing, I know. It's life. I guess I'm trying life again. Fat is insulating and has been an important part of my identity. It protects me from (most) street harassment. It gives strangers a nice surprise when they find out how active I am. It let's me belong to a beautiful sisterhood of fatties. It gives me cred.
Welp. Time to put down that cookie (literally just put down a cookie, y'all) and begin the journey. Again. I'll tumble off this wagon a few more times, but as I said, it is slow moving and low to the ground. I can get back on.
One thing healthy looks like: packing my lunch for work.