Dear 35 extra pounds,
I know, I invited you here. I know that every time I said "well, just a little won't hurt" I welcomed you to make your home. I know how cozy I made you with every cake, cookie, buffalo wing (oh the beautiful taste of the wing of a buffalo), with every lick of ice cream, every bite of steak and yes, every strip of glorious bacon.
But now, I am 35 and you are 35. And there is only so much of that # I can handle.
So its time.
You are being evicted.
I know you won't go if I don't make some changes around here.
And changes are being made.
Gone are your muffin tops, your saddle bags, your extra rolls. Be gone.
I am off to swim laps for 35.
And tomorrow? Walk for 35. and the next day and the next.
Good bye 35.
Hello new me.
4 comments:
I love how you write, Grace and I just read several of your latest entries. I was always told that I write like I talk (and that wasn't given as a compliment from HS teachers :))...but I love it when people write like they talk...I can relate. All your entries are very touching, even the funny ones. Don't stop sharing.
debralappenga
Farewell 35!! Go Lisa Go!!
:)
I'm in the same boat and decided that I really need to start small. I try to exercise more, eat less and differently, and drink more all at once and get overwhelmed and easily frustrated. This week I think I will work hard on just adding more exercise and be successful at that before adding on another challenge. One step at a time! Good bye 35!
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