Too Fat for Fun July 3, 2008
I got invited to go to Cape Cod for the holiday weekend. I opted out. I thought I would visit some old friends over the long weekend. Then I thought again. Maybe I’ll go to the beach…..Oh, that’s right…I haven’t put on a bathing suit in 20 years….Well, at least I’ll maybe ask some friends to go on a picnic for the Fourth…..but I might melt in my turtleneck and long pants.
So it’s another year of putting off living my life because I’m too fat. If I were a friend of mine (and shouldn’t I be?) I would tell me that I’m being completely ridiculous. That life is too short to play the “when I have this situation, then I’ll be happy…” game. Year after year goes by, with me avoiding people and events, looking at life with my nose pressed up against the window. Wishing I could go out and play.
Oh, I’ve been thinner…never fatter….the human accordion. Lost a lot of weight more times than Brittany Spears has made the cover of a magazine. But that’s not the point. Now is all there is. I may never feel thin enough to go to the beach. These arms may never qualify for a sleeveless shirt again.
And I will never get today back.
Paunch be damned! What you see is what you get….and if you look real close, maybe it’s not all that bad…