All Time High (April 1 2009): 192.2
Diet start (June 1): 189
Last Friday: 175.0
Things going well on the diet front; summer runs certainly help, as does the decision to try and eat like a normal human, rather than--well--two of them.
I note with some concern that I was almost this exact weight one year ago today, which means I've swung 36.8 lbs in the course of a year. This is what I've got to put a stop to.
Enough self-indulgent musing (whoops--can't say that--what would be left to blog about?). Now let's move on to the "Big Fat Friday Free For All". What's bothering you? What's buoying you? How's your summer going? What's a summer memory you'd like to share? How many of you can tap into the anxiety and excitement that used to build around this time as you realized summer was ending and school was starting?
Flashback: August 1985. I've spent the summer running and lifting weights like a maniac...school starts in two weeks but more importantly, Cheerleading starts in a week (that's right--I was a college Cheerleader). My anxiety isn't about Cheerleading--it is about seeing HER again. Who was she? A great love, also on the Cheerleading squad. She was that upon which most of my second year of college was focused. A stunning beauty, smart as a whip, funny as all-get-out, and with a brand of conservative politics that might have been the sexiest thing about her. She was Southern and refined, while I was...well....not. I lured her away from her boyfriend back home, or so I had come to think over the course of a year of wonderful memories. Shortly after retiring to our respective corners for the summer, I got a Dear Bryan letter telling me she'd taken back up with the boy back home. I suspected that her break from him hadn't been as complete as maybe I'd come to believe.
So I spent the summer deciding to make her regret her decision. I worked for my town during the day and headed straight to the gym after work. I lifted my butt off to show back up for Cheerleading practice looking better than I'd ever looked. She'll regret it. Yep. She'd beg for forgiveness and I'd have her back. A-ha!
Didn't quite work out that way. We had a very emotional reunion (at least for me), and as I left her apartment just before school started one day--I ran into someone in the parking lot moving into the building where The Love lived. I had met her the school year before and thought she was something special--turns out, she was moving into the apartment right next door to The Love. Wound up marrying her five years later (and subsequently splitting up). Funny how things turn out.
Where are they now? Both The Love and the Ex Wife are beautiful, successful women whose friendship, health, safety and happiness remain important to me. And that's a 24 year old memory.