Did I tell you I had a wonderful vacation. Yes, it was very good. Very relaxing. All good. I thought about a lot of things while on this vacation. I guess that's what can happen when you have some unoccupied time on your hands. I know I've already shared the concept of being more generous, and by starting by using some of that generosity on myself. So, I won't rehash that thought. Here's thought number two.
I am old.
My husband and I have been going on vacation to Daytona Beach since we were married. You see, the first home we had together was in Jacksonville, FL. It was easy to get to Daytona to "get away" once in a while. We would have so much fun. We'd play in the waves. We'd play frisbee or catch on the beach. We'd walk up and down the beach. We'd ride bikes. Fun fun fun.
Then we had a baby. We would go to Daytona Beach because my mil lived in Ft. Lauderdale. It was an easy trip for her to come up and visit. We were living in Virginia Beach now. We could drive down the coast and she would drive up the coast. And, neutral territory, you know, just in case it was needed. We would have so much fun with our son on the beach. We'd play in the waves. We'd swim in the pool. We'd build sand castles. We'd dig holes to China. We'd fly kites on the beach. We'd push the stroller up and down the beach. We'd ride bikes together on the beach. Fun fun fun.
Now we go to Daytona Beach, just the two of us again. My husband plays in the waves. My husband walks on the beach and drags me along, but we walk slowly because I'm tired. No way will I ride a bike. I'll sit here by the pool. LOOK, there's a bar by the pool, let's go there!! LOOK, the hotel has a Lazy River. This is something right up my alley. Where did all my energy go? Let's take an afternoon nap, doesn't that sound fun. Fun fun zzzzz.
Here's the third thought I had. I want gastric bypass surgery.
I'm sick of dieting and I'm bad at it. The more I think about food, the hungrier I feel. I exercise, but it's more effective to consume fewer calories than burn them off. I want the bypass and I want it NOW. I think this may just be the thing that finally finishes this weight issue in my life for once and for all. There. I said it. I've put it out into the world and there it is. I told my workout buddy and she said, "No, don't do it. Eat less carbs and more protein. Eat more veggies. Don't have those cocktails." I need to talk to someone else. She's no help. I'll tell you, I've lost weight and worked out as hard as I could and I'm still too big. And, I'm starving. I think this is the answer. Let the investigation begin.
Oh, yeah. I'm tired. I get back to work and the pile on my desk was HUGE and my inbox was JAMMED. Welcome back.
I am old.
My husband and I have been going on vacation to Daytona Beach since we were married. You see, the first home we had together was in Jacksonville, FL. It was easy to get to Daytona to "get away" once in a while. We would have so much fun. We'd play in the waves. We'd play frisbee or catch on the beach. We'd walk up and down the beach. We'd ride bikes. Fun fun fun.
Then we had a baby. We would go to Daytona Beach because my mil lived in Ft. Lauderdale. It was an easy trip for her to come up and visit. We were living in Virginia Beach now. We could drive down the coast and she would drive up the coast. And, neutral territory, you know, just in case it was needed. We would have so much fun with our son on the beach. We'd play in the waves. We'd swim in the pool. We'd build sand castles. We'd dig holes to China. We'd fly kites on the beach. We'd push the stroller up and down the beach. We'd ride bikes together on the beach. Fun fun fun.
Now we go to Daytona Beach, just the two of us again. My husband plays in the waves. My husband walks on the beach and drags me along, but we walk slowly because I'm tired. No way will I ride a bike. I'll sit here by the pool. LOOK, there's a bar by the pool, let's go there!! LOOK, the hotel has a Lazy River. This is something right up my alley. Where did all my energy go? Let's take an afternoon nap, doesn't that sound fun. Fun fun zzzzz.
Here's the third thought I had. I want gastric bypass surgery.
I'm sick of dieting and I'm bad at it. The more I think about food, the hungrier I feel. I exercise, but it's more effective to consume fewer calories than burn them off. I want the bypass and I want it NOW. I think this may just be the thing that finally finishes this weight issue in my life for once and for all. There. I said it. I've put it out into the world and there it is. I told my workout buddy and she said, "No, don't do it. Eat less carbs and more protein. Eat more veggies. Don't have those cocktails." I need to talk to someone else. She's no help. I'll tell you, I've lost weight and worked out as hard as I could and I'm still too big. And, I'm starving. I think this is the answer. Let the investigation begin.
Oh, yeah. I'm tired. I get back to work and the pile on my desk was HUGE and my inbox was JAMMED. Welcome back.
