Week One (pronounced "Weak One")
(Warning: Mental Images are Visually Graphic. Eat lunch first.)
Measurement day! Before
I started anything else (well, besides this blog), I had to get this evil out
of the way. Time to document my starting point. I began with my feet, because
I wanted to start with small numbers (for my morale), and because I suspect
even they’ve gotten bigger. My poor
feet: they have NO idea what I’m about
to ask of them next week.
As for the rest of me, I took the typical thigh, hip, waist,
arm measurements. You know what I’m
talking about…we’ve all been there. I
rolled my eyes and patiently worked my way up the mighty Tree of Life, nonchalantly
saying the numbers out loud. I whistled under
my breath too, like you do when you’re walking through a bad parking lot and you
are trying to appear brave to anyone watching. Which is disturbing to think there are people watching in the first place, but whatever.
Jot, erase, underline….making cheerful little notes so I’d
remember things like where to measure my thighs each time, because baby, these
thighs are a-changin'! I became a little surprised at some numbers, realizing
that if my measurement points were stars, I’m pretty sure it would be a hefty, yet
impressive constellation up there in the sky, with a very long Latin name. I even measured my neck.
I digress. On
purpose. Because here’s where all the fun
got sucked out of the room.
I tried to measure the next four places: ‘tummy’ ‘butt’ ‘hips’ and ‘waist’. Suddenly, like a slap out of the sky, Mirror
Mirror informed me that these four regions had all congealed into one entity.
A planet.
It was hard to tell them all apart. I stopped whistling and it got very quiet. I turned sideways so as to fill up less of
the mirror and found a place to target all my disappointment, shock and
anger...directly towards the fat roll just below my bra
line and just above my waist. Like a sweet little pork loin, but not in a good way. I considered it for a moment, thinking of how
to measure THAT.
THAT bastard got off Scott Free, being in a place which couldn’t be
measured or defined because it was in Middle Earth, and thus, just stayed attached like a garden slug.
I know what is going to happen; it will hang
out with me all day, get in the way of
jogging bras and generally be loud in its form, and so I’m going to deal with
it and move on. I’ll capture it in a
photograph (please let its image show up on film, just so we know I don't have to deal with a vampire issue too, for gawd's sake.) My photos will confirm its blessed
disappearance over the next year and that's all the energy I'm giving to my back roll, from this day forward. You're behind me buddy, where you belong.
So, here is where I will leave you today. I documented my weight and inches and prepared to
be a bit shocked, but realized I owned those numbers.
Celebrating, kids, having a busy life…all good things, but just too much of them. We can work with that. For now, those numbers are written in my
little book and I intend to leave them in the dust.
Next, I’ll talk about my second step. Oh, the fun.
Again you amaze me with the way to put your thoughts out in to the world with such humor and wit! Look forward to reading many more posts as I hope to lose some weight along with you!
ReplyDeleteThey are only numbers....a starting point. Let the fun begin. I have been working out for a good couple months now running, weight lifting etc and it is paying off. Once you get into the swing of it it becomes a routine and as shocking as it sounds....I look forward to it. Yikes!
ReplyDeleteBrilliant my friend!
ReplyDeleteMiddle Earth at our age will be conquered. How appropriate since you want to wear your ring again. Not...you know THE ring but a good ring. Hang in there Frodo!!!
ReplyDeleteI look forward to your posts. They make me feel like I'm in the ring with you. We can do this. You are an inspiration.
ReplyDeleteMonica E.
Sheri, this is funny the 2nd time I read it too. Thank you for sharing yourself like this with us. I've been telling everyone about your blog. Hope you have seen lots of traffic on the site (isn't there a way to measure that).... you are a gifted one my friend! Love Ya!
ReplyDeleteGreat job my clever friend. Every thought: delicious! KT
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