Oh, What Have I Done!

I posted a blog stating I had a goal to learn to swim. Clearly, this was prior to consulting my mirror. Now, I have to get myself in shape in order to put a bathing suit on in order to learn the freedom of swimming.

Given my obsession with food, I clearly am not about supplying wording for a blog about dieting!  But, do need a strategy for getting rid of these rolls about my six pack. I have friends in Zumba, taking 20 mile bike rides, going to Tango, hitting the treadmill. Me, I take the stairs. That is my output.

I used to be a formidable athlete. I played co-ed league basketball with my brother-in-law and didn't cry when my toe nail was ripped off for Christ's sake. I don't really know if that last part has anything to do with being a formidable athlete but I like dropping the story.

There is no surprise the correlation with being unhappy in your life and carrying around rolls that make you uncomfortable. I am not one of those women with a distorted view of my body. I am completely lucid when taking in all 150 lbs of looseness. The cadence my stomach takes in rhythm to my actual walk is not lost on me. But, I fit in my seat and can sometimes still fit in the kid's seat at tailgate. In the end the rolls just represent that unhappiness. And in this new journey there is no place for unnecessary unhappiness.  I miss the joy of activity. That joy it brought me to go for a three mile run. Heading to the courts and doing a shoot around with complete strangers. Hiking to the Falls. I don't do any of those things anymore. 

So, we start with the bike. I got the WD40 out and greased up all the squeaks I heard in my maiden voyage the other day. Our morning goal is to hop the bike and pedal for 30 minutes in one direction. Then, by the grace of God, pedal in the direction I came for another 30 minutes. I will tell you how this goes.

Recipe:  shooter full of vodka, ice, tonic, lime squeeze! What, there is no vodka in getting rid of rolls so I have one last night to enjoy some!

Road trip: Faye Cary Road here we come, first thing in the morning!

Renovations: Unhappiness is open 24 hours, but you don't have to dine there for every meal.