So much anticipation for the upcoming vacation, mixed with feelings of wishing I had started working on my body sooner. In less that three months we will be back on that gorgeous island, and I still look like a blob of poo. I know I focus on that too much, and that I don’t really look all that bad. I also know that when the vacation is a memory, I won’t see that. I don’t really see it when I look back at the last visit to the island.
Remembering that trip, I can’t help but smile. I had achieved my weight loss goal, and was comfortable being seen without a shirt; I had the time of my life. I remember the way the sun felt on my skin, and the smell of the air. I remember the cow and land crabs; the crystal clear water, the flowers, the trees and the fish. It was a perfect week with my loving husband and our dear friend, and this year will be too.
It is still hard to believe that this time last year, I was only two months into my battle to lose weight, and I wasn’t sure I could keep doing it. Down twenty-nine pounds, and weighing in at 266; every day was a struggle, but I surprised even myself and kept to it. Now, weighing in at 180, I have surpassed my original weight loss goal, and I’m working on a new goal, beach body.
I know, it’s pure vanity. Thing is, I don’t want look like a muscled out gym-rat, I just want to be not quite so jiggly in the midsection. I still have 93 days, I have joined a gym, and I’m going to give it my best shot.
To Be Continued…