Forty-five days and
counting. That’s how many days it is
until my next trip. I know this because at
60 days before departure, I started to panic that I would not be ready for the
trip.
I don’t mean packing the suitcase. That’s easy and will only take about a week,
give or take a few days. Packing is a topic for another day.
I mean I will not be physically ready
for the trip. Travelling can be a
grueling, tiresome experience. One that I
must prepare for. I’m not as young as I
used to be and the idea of dragging a suitcase through airports, running to
catch connecting flights, waiting for buses, and surviving on snack food, takes
a lot of perseverance.
I remember the days when travelling
was a breeze. I never worried about how
much the suitcase weighed or if I had the “right” kind of snacks packed.
Now a days, the doctors tells me I
shouldn’t lift over 40 pounds because of my heart. I can’t eat too many sandwiches, or I bloat
up like a blow fish. There’s so much to think
about. And all of that needs planning.
Fifteen days ago, I decided that
this time I would lose weight before the trip.
Not a lot, maybe ten pounds. It
just might make it easier to haul everything around if I weighed less. So far, I’ve lost 2 pounds. Yippee for me! It’s a start, but not enough to make me think
that in the next 45 days the other eight pounds will disappear.
I’m trying to eat less. No sugar or bread. Have you ever discovered that the minute you
tell yourself you can’t eat sugar that every chocolate bar in the checkout line
starts calling to you? I never eat chocolate
as a rule, now I can’t stop thinking about it.
Popcorn is supposed to be a good snack.
Lots of fiber and very little fat.
Is that still true if you eat the whole family size bag?
I’ve joined a workout Club for
Women fifteen days ago. You know the
one, with the purple circle. I have met some very nice woman and a team that is very encouraging. If I don’t meet this goal it won’t be their fault. I’m going to the gym 4 times a week. I
hurt all over. I have headaches,
and I am falling asleep at my desk at 3:00 in the afternoon. I’m still waiting for the part where it's suppose to feel good.
All this so that I can pull my
suitcase through an airport, run to catch a connecting flight, wait hours for a
bus, and eat junk food for energy. All
that, so that I can stand on the deck of a beautiful Cruise Ship in Amsterdam
and say to myself. “You did it” sigh
I will put on my formal black
dress, toss my hair, grab a glass of Champagne and get my picture taken with
the Captain. And it will all be worth it.
