Lately I’ve been feeling like a broken record. I keep promising myself that I’m going to pull my shit together over and over and somehow the slips away quickly. What used to be very easy for me it has gotten very hard. My last two trips to Florida in six weeks have really opened my eyes. Struggling to fit on my favorite ride, although I did fit, I did not have a choice of seat and that really bummed me out.
The needle is skipping on this record but I have to fix it. I don’t want to make any outrageous promises to myself that I’m only going to fall flat on my face. I don’t want another fat summer. At the very least I want all my clothes from last summer to fit. If I could possibly get to the summer before Covid, those outfits are much cooler. I finally had a decent wardrobe and now I’m hiding in baggy shirts again.
I am entering the workforce again after my few months of funemployment and will be client facing this time around I want to put my best foot forward. I want to be confident, I want to keep my anxiety at ease. I want to be a motherfucking baller 🙂
Hagrids magical motor cycle adventure is my favorite ride ever. They give you a choice of two seats. When I went to Halloween horror nights with Amber and my friend Chris the September before Covid, I guess that was September 2019, I had my choice of seating. When I went in early February 30 pounds heavier that was not the case and I was struggling to get the motor cycle to work, but it did on the trip and on this recent one too. I just felt like a stuffed sausage.
So I am going back to Florida in mid September for Halloween horror nights and my goal is to be able to ride roller coasters with Chris and fit in whatever seat I need to get into. I not only have to worry about my thighs and ass but also my height. I can’t change my height so I have to work on the other two that I can change.
I had a great trip. Flying is still great for me. The seatbelt fits, I can sit in any seat…. that stuff is not an issue. Being taller sucks and again I can’t make my legs shorter!
Monday morning I woke up with a plan. I start my new job on April 13. And I would like to be 10 pounds lighter. I have to go into the office for the first couple days and need to get back into all my cool work clothes. My plan actually involves eating more! Imagine that.
I got to see my nieces a few times this past vacation and it was great. They are growing into such a beautiful young women. They are Smart, funny and definitely a handful. But to be Honest what woman isn’t a handful? 😂
Summers coming. We were shore bound this weekend. It’s time to start getting the dogs ready to travel a little more often. And I get to play with the band in two weeks for the first time since November 7.
So if you’re reading this, and feel like a broken record as well. It’s time to pick up the needle, dust off the record, and start rocking. Many of us have used Covid as an excuse And it’s been over a year now and it’s time to move forward. Even baby steps move you forward so let’s do that.
I find myself saying before Covid it a lot. It was the summer before Covid, pre-Covid weight, 30 pounds since Covid. We let ourselves give it so much power. Well guess what? I have had Covid. I now have both my vaccines to fight it off again. It’s time to let go of the power it had over all of us. It’s time to get back to good.
I am going to fix this broken record if it kills me and trust me – it might!
15 days till my new job
61 days till memorial weekend
167 days till Florida
Love this. You know where i am sitting right now. Thanks for your encouragement along the way