I’ve got to lose weight. Several doctors have told me this recently. Personally, I think it’s a conspiracy. They’re trying to keep the big girls down because we’re so dagnab loveable; they need some way to even out the playing field for the poor skinny ladies. Oh yes, I am on to them. But, I’ll just go along with it, if it makes them happy.
So I’ll try to diminish my impressive stature. (Sounds very grand of me, eh?)
Eating less? Of course. Sprinkling Sensa on my food? Yes. Staying away from simple carbs as much as possible? You bet. Exercising? …….. Exercising? ……. Exercising? (Crickets chirping.)
I don’t want to.
I figure like any other machine, my body is only good for so many miles. Why would I want to hurry the end along?
My family is not in agreement with this particular philosophy.
Picture My Captain, grabbing me by the scruff of the neck and forcing me on a death march today while barking, “You Vill Valk until you drop!”. And he then he jabs me in the hiney with an electric cattle prod. And cracks the whip. And pokes me in my back fat. (He has a lot of hands.)
Critter and Varmint, in an effort to support this plan of ‘reducing Mama Boe’, came along, and we re-named it a ‘family hike.’ From our house, we traipsed 1.5 miles downhill to a nearby train station, looked around for flattened pennies, and then we crawled 1.5 miles back up-freaking-hill. Why couldn’t we live on the low ground? Who was the genius who put the cottage uphill?
People just don’t think, I tell you.
It’s a good thing my babies came along, because they provided me distraction from the pain in my knees, hips, back, and neck. (The neck, from having its scruff yanked.) Each in their own way. Gwen with her witty banter, and by linking her arm through mine so I could not bolt back to the house. (Oh THAT is funny! Can you imagine me bolting? Bwaaahahahahahahhahahahaha! hic.)
Critter brought his Ranger Rick binoculars to study anything he could get his focus to work on. (That’s not much with a Ranger Rick set of Binoculars.)
Then he spied the moon…. in a beautiful crescent….in the afternoon….in a perfectly blue sky….on a sunny day. The kids thought this was MARVELOUS! It stopped Critter in his tracks….(for which I sent up a prayer of thanks for the respite.) And I watched my baby in his moment of wonder.
My heart melted. All pain faded into the background. It left a warm fuzzy feeling in me about the whole experience.
Later on, back home, after I flopped down on the couch, I promised them I would exercise again…. if we could all be together like that every time. I figure I’m safe with that promise. Getting this motley crew out all at the same time is a difficult as me walking away from a plate of warm cinnamon rolls. It’s not likely to happen.
So, I’ve got that going for me.