In the last 5 days, I’ve seen two rather large ladies wearing my winter coat… to put this in context, I’ve never seen anyone with my coat before these sightings.
Both times I’ve had the same thought- “That could be me. She’s wearing my coat and that could be me.” It was a bit like being in Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol and seeing my future if I didn’t make changes.
The second time was today, at Ash Wednesday Mass. I had been wrestling with that to give up (I’ve already given up so much in an effort to lose weight). I made the decision pretty abruptly upon the second-coat-sighting- no. more. potato. products.
I don’t eat them often but they’ve been my only real indulgence since my Quest to Sparkle began. A handful of fries here, a couple bites of tater tots there. I was majorly cutting back, but they were a small treat in an otherwise significantly restricted diet.
This is just going to be the next in a series of challenges that I’ve undertaken during this time and I know it’s going to be tough. But what’s the point of giving something up for Lent if it’s not tough? Also, it’s just one more step in the right direction toward a healthier me.
Tonight is my first gym-class. My cousin and I are going to do Body Pump, which has the following description:
I’m pretty nervous about it but, as I keep saying, I have to start somewhere. It’s going to suck and I’m going to suck at it but there has to be a day 1, there has to be a first step. This is it.