"Losing weight is fun. Clothes don't fit quite so snug. I find myself walking with a bit more confidence. One might even observe a slight strut in my stride. Until I turn my ankle and crumple to the ground because, lost poundage or no, I still have all the grace and agility of an elephant." - Kimberly VanderHorst, Is it Arrogant to Quote Yourself?
I've lost eight pounds this month ---> more evidence of my increasing awesomeness. I like to bring up this fact AS OFTEN AS IS HUMANLY POSSIBLE.
VanderVision Tip of the Day: There's no point being awesome if everyone doesn't know you are.
I'm a praise junkie. Which means if I do something nice/kind/noble/awesome, then yeah, you are totally going to hear about it. And if you do not give me the praise I seek, I will scowl at you behind your back and possibly mutter curses (mild ones though, because this is a G-rated blog, yo). It's possible, just remotely, that I could be a wee bit awesomer if I could learn to live without the praise. If self-respect could be payment enough, you know? But, assuming that's where I'm going, I'm not there yet. So give me my freakin' pat on the back, OR ELSE.
Next month our family is cruising down to California and hitting Disneyland for the first time. During the course of the trip I may be meeting an old penpal of mine. One I have NEVER MET IN PERSON (seriously, the capital letters are definitely warranted this time). We began corresponding in 1996, and this guy was so dang funny that I tried to force him to keep writing to me for YEARS AND YEARS. He would flag off every now again, but I'd harass him back into it. I'm awesomely
So he and his wife live in California now, and he claims that he will drive the hour or so it will take to meet up with me and my family so we can finally look each other in the eye and say, "Umm, hi." or something equally profound like that. And I'm thinking, how much more weight can I lose in the next month? Or should I just chuck that idea, GAIN as much as I can, and try to impress him with my mammothness?
Vanity aside, Disneyland is HUGE, and if I don't want to spend half our trip collapsing on park benches and gasping like a beached whale, perhaps I should step the physical fitness up a couple notches?
How do you bring the awesome, exercise wise? Me, I'm all about the Dance Party . . .