Fat Is Like Quicksand
I want to exercise. Seriously, I do. I want to in the way that makes me get up and put on workout clothes every single morning because TODAY, if nothing else happens,there will beyoga or a hike in the woods. When the children come home, my daughter says with big smile on her face, You do yoga, mom? She (and just about everyone else Ive ever met) knows how much I long to do yoga and hike in the woods. She seems genuinely excited for me, until I say, Um no. I meant to but it seems I never did actually DO itStrangely, she shows no judgement of her pathetic mother.Clearly, the same cannot be saidfor me. I feel sort of pathetic okay, terribly so. At least, I did until today when I was hiking in the woods.Somewhere around 17 years old, I started to put on the weight. It seemed in my blurry memory that I went from little girl to an overweight young woman in one fell swoop, like when I stopped growing up I just kept growing out. But, it was not so.Afew years ago, I was looking at old picturesa...