I realize it’s not Jan 1st anymore, the official day for making a fresh start, however I find the need to make a fresh start. And for those who have been with me for awhile know what I’m about to say.
Yes, I’m going to do it- again.
Well I’m gonna try to do it again anyway.
In an attempt to fit into my wedding leotard again, I am going to start being healthier again*. Yes I got married in a leotard (Gilda Marx, purple, size M), and a broomstick pleat skirt from Pier 1.
And no, I am not actually attempting to get back into that leotard; but I must do something.
I fear of leaving zaftig in the rear view mirror. Left unchecked I might careen out of control til Doug has to take out a wall so I can leave the house. True that would take quite awhile; still it’s time to make a stand before it could become a possibility.
I just don’t like the way I feel, body-wise, these days. (Not to mention I’ve had to forgo wearing broad horizontal stripes the last few weeks, which as everyone knows has been a real hardship on me.)
So I got up this morning, schlepped over to the road to Healthville and waived down the wagon so I could lumber aboard yet one more time. Overall I was feeling pretty good about my decision til the skinny driver, who I recognized immediately and who recognized me, looked down at me and said” Seriously, you again?”
That was the wrong say to say to a woman who was already in throes of detoxing from bad fats and bad carbs (AKA junk food), which I dearly love.
I ripped that skinny bastard off his seat and gave him a sound thrashing for his snarky attitude and in the process got in my first workout.
So that’s it for now; but if I seem a tad grouchy in the future, please understand. Of course I don’t really see that I get that way all that much; but apparently I might get a wee bit more outta sorts than I realized because I just saw that Doug was looking at one of these online:
And I don’t think it was to protect himself from Gizmo.
Truth be known a week from now when I’m Jonesing so bad for a cupcake that I’d sell my soul for one, that suit may just come in handy.
What can I say?
I’ve got a cupcake on my back.
Wish me luck.
keep careening along the path I’m on til I have to break the wall out so I can leave my room.