Several years ago I had an epiphany. I would never by skinny, svelte or toned. And that was OK as long as I was happy in this flabby skin of mine. Being obsessed with food makes it very difficult to do without it. I wake up planning my food day. A trip to a nice restaurant is a cherished event. I may not remember what I did 10 minutes ago, but I can remember what I ate 10 years ago. I remember how it looked, tasted and smelled as if the plate was in front of me.
I find it kind of funny that I have always surrounded myself with skinny friends. My skinny friend, Kenda likes food, but can go most of the day without eating anything at all. My skinny sister-in-law, Kevina does the same thing. I cannot comprehend that practice. Trust me, you would not want to be anywhere near me if I missed a meal. The witchy side of my personality rears its ugly head. I think the difference is Kenda, Kevina, Carolyn, Victoria and all the others, eat to live. I live to eat!
Right now I can feel every one of the extra 50 pounds I am carrying around. Since dieting doesn't seem to be an option for me, I need to step up the exercise or should I say, START the exercise. Tonight I met my friend Sandy at Crane's Roost and walked two times around the lake. The walk only amounted to two miles, but it was a start.
Many hugs and first steps,
Kathy
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