Phew. I am a hot, sweaty, puffed up mess right now! I’m on a trip with hubs’ family in DC. Thought I was doing well on my exercise- really felt like I was getting back in shape. Then my back incident happened (sciatica) and I thought for sure I wouldn’t be able to make it on this trip. A week in bed flat on my back. Miraculously back calmed down a little and it has been the last of my worries here during my trip in DC.
First: Family. I love hubs. I love his family. Just not as much love when there’s 7 of them and 1 fat me. Granny/Mom could lap me twice if walking was a competition. Depressing. And we’re sharing a hotel room with Granny/Mom and SIL. Not romantic. Not private. When we have to divvy out bathroom time for poop, I know I’ve gone to my unfun place. They now know that my shit, in fact, does stink.
Second: I’m still fat. It’s 90 and humid. We’re walking everywhere. Not much water. My fingers look like fat sausages. My feet look 3 sizes larger than normal. And my cankles are now the size of an elephants ankle. My feet hurt to walk. My hip flexors are sore. My thighs are sore. My calves feel like 2 bricks that won’t stretch. I’m walking at snail pace and it still hurts.
Third: Not even THINKING about my Skinny Emmie diet during this trip. I’m eating whatever hubs pays for. Surely I’ve sweated the everything bagel with cream cheese off, right? I’m blogging from a rooftop pool deck and the smell of cinnamon buns and grilled hamburgers is in the air. At least it’s not cheating if you just smell it.
I used to have big dreams to live in a big city like DC. I loved the thought of hustle and bustle, wearing power suits and working in tall office buildings with security in the lobby. What happened to that person?? Not saying that my life is bad or anything. In fact, I really like my life. But what made me change my mind?
As I walk (or hobble as it may be) through the Metro, I’m passed by thin, well-dressed women with security passes and 3″ heels running up the escalator. How do they do it? Did I give up my big city dreams because I knew deep down that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with the pace? Just food for thought.
Staying back here at the hotel while fam. goes to tour the Capitol. I’ve already been and my swelling needs to go down. Hubs seems genuinely worried with my (in)ability to keep up. I think he’s been in denial about how far I let myself go.
Anyway, this has turned into rambling. I’m going to find another liter of water to chug so I can see my feet emerge from my ankles again. Will be back as time and $10/day wi-fi allows.
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