The Real World

This weekend was very busy for me. A wake, 2 birthday parties, an easter egg hunt and a 2K walk. I was out in the real world, a place I have come to realize I don't go very often. I didn't like it there. My size was obvious and such a hindrance.

The birthday party was a charted bus into Chicago and dinner at a Greek restaurant. It was fun, but...there is always a but. When I got on the bus, The seats rubbed on my hips as I walked down the aisle. I was glad there were only about 26 people, so I was able to have my own seat. It would have been very uncomfortable to share with someone. When I went to get out, I would get caught on the armrest. At the restaurant, the were 4 long tables that seated 10. We were seated all the way in on the second table. Which meant, when I had to go to the bathroom (3 hour party - couldn't hold it any more) I had to squeeze out between the other people. At 1 point, 1 guy had to get up. I mean the party was great, I had fun, but it was sprinkled with constant reminders of how obese I really am.

Then, on Sunday was the 2K walk. I signed up for it because Jacob REALLY wanted to participate in it with his school. I figured there was no way he could do it alone. 2K is only like 1 1/4 mile, I can walk that. What I didn't take into consideration was that we would meet up with other people a.k.a. his friends and I would have to try and keep their pace. We had to park far away and walk to the start point and then we started the walk. I was OK, at first, then I stopped to pet a dog (a Wheaton like mine) which really put me behind. I tried so hard to catch up, which really put out me out of breath, At the 1/2 way point, I thought I would die, I was breathing so hard, I needed to sit, just for a minute. In an effort to catch up, I took a short cut to the finish line and waited for them. Then it was back to the car. When I got home, everything hurt. It was a true wake-up call as to how out of shape I am.

Can you say MOTIVATION?