Saturday, October 31, 2009

That Dam Bridge

Big Dam Bridge that is. I am back to walking it. I came to realize that I didn't like what I was seeing in the mirror. I can't wear my favorite pair of jeans because when I put it on I look like a tube of toothpaste half way squeezed out. Not pretty. So this morning I got on the scale and couldn't believe the number that I saw. I know how that number came to be: I love food. I especially love food dipped in ranch dressing. So pounds crept on. Being tall helps because the weight just spreads itself and before you know it you are standing on the scale ready to burst into tears. But instead of having a pity party this time I went to the bridge. It helped me loose weight before and it will help me now. If I walk across and back it's 1.6 miles. So that's what I did this morning. It was a start. I wanted to do another "lap" but I felt like I was about to throw up and my shoe was giving me a blister.
So, I am going to declare this first morning a success.

And until I learn how to put caption under the picture in smaller font telling where I got it, I'll just have to tell it after the fact. This one came from bridge's website.

1 comment:

Melis said...

Girl, life seems hopeless all the time, but it's not! Your comment cracked me up - I can think of about 5 appliances my MIL gave me that I'd loooooooooove to light on fire! ;-) But seriously - I am so excited for you that you are working towards a goal! I'm always awe-stricken by the strength women find when they're unhappy with their image... I've never EVER had the discipline, motivation, or even the capacity for self-examination to admit imperfection, much less work towards changing. Don't be sad that you gave up halfway through your workout! You made it WAY further than I did just by starting! Hugs! Let's go light some pasta on fire instead of eating it and know that I'm out here cheering you on!