This is major achievement territory right here. It was only for a few seconds and it was only about 100 metres but I actually ran and for a few seconds I felt free of this horrid body I’ve grown. You know the Forest Gump moment when his leg irons fall off? In my head that was me with my fat body falling off. It was AWESOME!
I’m a big bulking fat lass and I actually felt so happy today down on the beach with the kids, there was nobody around up near the dunes where we were (we walked about 4 miles on sand and the same more or less on pavement) we’d bought a cheap stunt kite as it was quite windy and we decided up near the dunes was the best place to fly it. The kids tried to get it flying but they kept on letting go before the wind had grabbed the kite, you know when you feel it tug on your arm and offer some resistance? So I demonstrated.
My son pelted down the beach and I had no choice but to run behind him. I heard my daughter whooping and clapping and I didn’t want to let her down by stopping and the boy looked around and his cute dimpled gorgeous face* lit up with a massive smile “Way to go mummy!” he shrieked back to me and I ran some more.
*he’s 14 and wouldn’t appreciate this description but I can’t help it he is just too cute
For them… this if for them as much as me, they deserve what I’m doing even more than I do. I don’t want to leave them, I’m nowhere near ready yet. I’ve been so selfish and they’ve been so forgiving.