I will talk more about that later … for right this moment … We have Arrived! Yea!
Something about typing the words, “We have arrived,” made me think about the day I can say that I have arrived at my goal weight … That sounds FUN! I need that kind of positive focus to help me maneuver all the pitfalls here in Sunny Florida.
The drive down was uneventful, because, well … we were driving, and I had my food prepared. Excitement about some new fun thing really helps keep your mind off of FOOD. The problem didn’t begin for me until we hopped on our bikes and started to ride around the complex to find where the different pools were and the beach access for our Condo was. Food … EVERYWHERE … FOOD and yummy cocktails in the hands of skinny 20 somethings around every turn. Then … there was riding into flavor rich air … rich with the scent of caramelizing meat. OMG … HELP ME PLEASE! I can’t EAT!!
Ok … I know that I can eat … it is just in liquid form and it is SWEET …. I don’t LIKE Sweet Food … that is desert … I’M JUST SAYIN’.
We decided that we need to head back to the house where I could eat another sweet shake, and we could grill Mike and Collin some hot dogs–now hot dogs are not normally that tempting. Help me somebody — I could have slapped someone for just a bite of those dogs. ***SIGH*** I will make it for 7 more days of this … yes … I will!
Why will I make it? Well … I can pump my bike harder and faster … which is way fun. I can take a walk on the beach with my Mikey and then ride the bike for another 5 miles or so … without needing a nap. I cannot wear my bathing suit from last year … unless I plan on being arrested for indecent exposure. I need all new shorts … something I discovered today. I think I can buy clothing in a regular store — gonna try while I am here and see. I can use the NON-Handicap stall in the ladies’ restroom without feeling like I am going to rub my rear on both sides of the stall walls or that I Might get STUCK trying to open the door to leave. I have had situations with women’s restrooms. When your gut is too big to open the (bad word) door, and you have to back your uncovered leg into the toilet just to get the blasted thing open — fear of the restroom sets in — I am just sayin‘ is all. I don’t know about you all …… but these here do-whapies are some big deals to me.
So … I may be Grumpy, and I may Whine while I eat wrapper and all of my yummy bars … but I WILL STICK TO MY PLAN!!! I like the Results. It seems that I cannot get away from food traps no matter how hard I plan, but there will be lovely long rides with my Mikey, and walks on the beach in BEAUTIFUL SUNSHINE–something I have sorely missed. Games played with my son and time just to relax … all of these things will balance out my suffering. I remind myself, as Dean Jones was pontificating, “this is but a trifle of a trade, for a short stint in hell, for a life time of paradise of a healthier happier body.” I think that is well worth the effort. (Disclaimer for my quoting of Doc Jones — One should read his writing before attributing anything I said to him).
Until the morrow … I bid you ado … though today I be red today … tomorrow is sure to be blue …S