I don’t ever want to find myself in the situation where I wobble to the store trying to find valcro shoes for adult females. Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with valcro shoes, particularly when you are 8 years old. But what if the reason why you buy them is because you can no longer tie your own shoe laces? I can not imagine what that would feel like, but probably about 10 (or eleven) times worse then not being able to fit the largest size on the rack in some stores (and I am not just talking thin as a rail model designer clothing stores.)
Whales are cool animals and all, but when you feel like one, you need to start doing something. I am not going to claim here that I have tried everything, because lets be honest you don’t get fat because you always keep a good diet and get plenty of exercise. But, yes I have had my share of diets, resolutions, moments of doing something about it.
You know I started a blog last night at pokey.wordpress.com, but I already regret it today. Do I really want to keep a journal that is THAT depressing for the next year to come? Holy mother of god, I feel the urge to stuff myself with a double bacon cheeseburger just by the mere thought of it.
So as I was doing my power walk today, I pondered what to do blog wise. I need some accountability, some encouragement, a place to load off, and have it in black and white in front of my own face. Yet, I don’t want it to turn in to a whine fest, doom and gloom. The fact that I have decided to once an for all end my unhealthy life style, is a positive thing. It should show optimism, humor, and fun. Because do I really want blogging to be even more miserable then the struggle to get the weight off? I think not.
Besides that banana on the pokey website makes me hungry.
