I got so mad at myself the other day. I felt overloaded with sugar, bloated by salt and on top of that I looked in the mirror at my underwear clad body and thought, “You’ve got to be kidding me!” How in the world can a person lose 22 lbs and still look fat? It was then I knew that I had to lose the next decade of poundage. I’ve said goodbye to the 70’s. I’ve said goodbye to the 60’s. Now it’s time to say goodbye to the 50’s.
I think sometimes you just have to get sick of yourself before you can move on. Well, here I am sick of myself. Granted, my clothes fit better and I do have more energy, but come on! I’ve lost 22 lbs and I’m still the same size! I’m sick of it! I want to go down a size for pete’s sake.
You know what else I’m sick of? I’m sick to death that it takes an act of congress to sit in a booth or a school chair! I want to sit comfortably in one of those. And I mean WITHOUT my stomach roll resting on top. How about theater seats, airplane seats where the safety belt barely fastens, or in a lawn chair without worrying about breakage? Being fat is just downright embarrassing. Most of the time I’m pretty confident, but then I see a picture of myself and I think again, “You’ve got to be kidding me!” Enough of this rant. When I look in the mirror in a few months and think, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I want it to mean something wholly different, and I want to be down at least one dress size. Goodbye to the 50’s!