Racing Against Time

I will NOT spend the rest of this life fat.
I can’t believe I’ve been fat this long. My child self, my young adult self and even my college self would be crying herself to sleep every night if she knew what was ahead.
Not that I’ve suffered particularly for being fat. Except for what I’ve done to myself. I limited myself, held myself back from so many things because I wanted to wait until I was thin. The way I was “supposed” to be.

I knew I was supposed to be thin and fit. I actually do still believe that. As much as I believe in “supposed to be” anything. My body was always strong and athletic. And I just knew who I was going to be in this world and for this lifetime. It was not, fat me.

I would never have even met my husband except that we knew each other from childhood and when we spoke on the phone again (preparing for our eighth grade class reunion)… he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He wanted to see me.

Luckily, he lived a couple of hours away and I put him off for a month while I furiously went to the gym and dieted. I was a svelte 195 when we saw each other again. At the time I thought that was awful, but now it’s my goal weight!

I have lots of good years left. But not one to waste. Not one more year to spend less healthy and fit than I can be. There is far too much I want to do. I want to play, I want to hike. I still want to walk around naked sometime.

Nuff said.

This is day seven.