Tuesday, September 22, 2009
My first week’s weigh-in…and the car doesn’t start
Yes, you read that correctly. I was dressed in my “lucky” outfit and headed out the door at 9:15 a.m., which would get me to my 9:30 meeting with time to spare. I put the key in the ignition and…couldn’t get the car to get out of “park.” With nobody else home to help me, I was faced with a bigger decision than not to eat the cheesecake at Sunday evening’s Movie Club dinner. Should I:
a) Attend another meeting on another day since my membership allowed me to do it,
b) Try to saddle one of my Labrador retrievers and ride him to the meeting (he could tell I was contemplating that and hid in the bathroom), or
c) Walk 1.58 miles (according to Mapquest) to the local meeting and arrive late?
I made a commitment to Claudette, the meeting leader, and to myself that I was going to be at her meeting, so I ran back in the house, put on my walking shoes and began my trek. Please keep in mind that I haven’t walked anywhere in too many years to remember and that I vowed that exercise wasn’t entering my weight loss mission, at least for a while.
Thirty minutes later, and 20 minutes late, I arrived at the meeting, sweat and all. I was proud to share my tale with the group and even more thrilled when some of them offered me a ride home.
BUT, I didn’t take any of them up on that ride. After losing 2.8 pounds, I was re-energized and walked. What took 30 minutes in one direction took 45 minutes going home.
And here I sit, nursing a nickel sized blister on my left heel but with a big smile on my face.
One week down, 49 to go. I’m on my way.
Talk to you soon.