Thanks to my horrendous pictures from last weekend, I am now hitting the gym with a vengeance. I knew I had been gaining weight, as the amount fit-and-look-okay clothes has been slowly dwindling, but I hadn't looked at a picture of myself and thought, "FATTY!" until the last batch. So, yeah, I'm back at the gym, running/ellipticalling (yes, I do realize that's not a word) and lifting weights with my feeble little T-Rex arms.
I have so many picture-worthy things to look forward to that I should look and be healthy for: going home to meet Macy and see the family, Alli's wedding, COSTA RICA, and the summer diving season. It's always nice to have something to think about when you're on the elliptical and you have 10 minutes left but you really, really want to stop.
Luckily, this brief foray into the land of the no-longer-a-size-6 I think has given me a good attitude adjustment. I think there was a day when I would've been too ashamed of what a chunk I've become in those one pictures to post them, but now.. well, okay, I'm having a fat period. So what? There are far too many things that are far too lovely to not experience and share just because I've been enjoying cheese pizza a bit too much lately. :)
Anyway, the Costa Rica plans are coming along. Cahuita is one of the places I want to go. Ahh, excited! I've not had an exciting vacation in ages. I'd forgotten how much fun the planning is! All this looking-forward to do! :) :)
there's absolutely nothing wrong with not being a size 6, considering i'm like 12-14 and just fine, damnit, just a little flabby. But losing the flab wouldn't make me a size 6, it would make a size 12 fit better.
I'm Stacey. I'm a 31(!)-year-old Wisconsin girl living in sunny South Florida. The highlights in my life are my lovely boyfriend, my aloof cats, my adorable/adoring stepdogs, my two lumbering tortoises, select family members, being outside, being underwater, taking pictures, yadda yadda. Stay tuned for lots of babbling!
A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.
One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.
When the tide went out, he went down to the beach, began picking up the stranded starfish, and tossing them back into the ocean.
An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.
When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young man, but if you look down the beach, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look up the beach the other way, it's the same. One little boy like you isn't going to make much of a difference."
The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"
