If you’ve been following along on my quest to get healthy (and hopefully doing your own plan!) then you know I am walking/exercising down my road every morning.
For some reason that I can’t identify I have not lost any weight for the past few weeks. I am stuck in a rut. It’s hard to be doing everything right and not lose weight. If I were on “The Biggest Loser” I would be voted OUT.
The good news is that I have lost 43# so far. Not too shabby I know. But with 50 more to go I am not ready to call it quits. There is still a lot of work left to do.
Since the weather has cooled down and it’s dark when I leave, I got myself a brightly colored Long Sleeve T-Shirt to walk in. It’s obnoxious how bright this shirt is and when I wear it I look like I swallowed something radioactive. The fact that the color is called, “hyper green” should tell you something.
This morning I put it on and then added a lightweight, short sleeved t-shirt over it so I wouldn’t get cold. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but about half a mile down the road I started to sweat. It wasn’t as cold as I thought. I don’t like to sweat and knew I would be miserable if I had to wear these 2 shirts, so I decided to take off the short sleeved outer layer. That should cool me off, right? No. I was still hot and realized I needed the long sleeves OFF as soon as possible.
But how could I do that? I couldn’t just take my shirt off in the middle of the road. Or could I? As I rounded a bend where I never, ever see a car, I decided there would be no harm in slipping it off quickly and putting the short sleeved shirt back on. I leaned against a thick tree, popped out my earbuds, tucked my ipod between my knees, readied my short sleeved shirt to put back on quickly. Then I went for it. I started taking off the long sleeved, glow-in-the-dark shirt. Right there by the road where, I thought, no one would ever see.
Here’s where it all went very wrong.
I forgot that I was wearing my new, light up, armband and the long sleeve got stuck halfway to my elbow. I wriggled and pulled and reached under the sleeve to slip off the light (which was shining like a glow stick through my sleeve) when what do you think happened? Yep. I saw the headlights of a car coming around the curve.
I started trying to rip off my shirt the rest of the way because it was too tangled to put back over my head. But it was all twisted and the short sleeved t-shirt had gotten all wadded up and I went into full panic mode. The car was coming too fast for me to be able to get either shirt back on in time.
So I ducked behind the tree as much as I could (which wasn’t much because it is against a fence). I could either concentrate my efforts on holding the t-shirt in front of my mostly naked torso or use the t-shirt to cover up the bright light that was coming from my tangled sleeve calling out, “Look over here!”. I went with the torso coverage and hoped for the best.
The car sped past and if they saw me I couldn’t tell. Then, as has never once happened in the entire three months I have been walking down that road, another car was coming right behind.
More panic. I crouched this time, willing myself to sink into a non existent hole in the ground.
After the second car passed I managed to pull myself together and get the bright shirt off and slip back into the short sleeved t-shirt. I thought about calling it quits and going home with with my tail between my legs. But then I remembered that I am on a weight loss plateau and have to keep forging ahead. No quitting for me no matter what kind of humiliation I have to face.
So I walked on thinking about how I won’t be able to share about modesty with my neighbors anymore. Or anything for that matter because I plan to go into hiding.
Nah. I will just keep on sharing. Who hasn’t been caught in a mess every once in a while. Or is it just me?
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