The Epiphany Shoes

A sad fact of this blog is this... I've not posted for literally a year and five days. This I've come to grips with, such is life, it will probably happen again. Crazy as my life has been in this past year following my mother's death, I've come to accept that's how it goes.

Here's a the story that got me to think "Huh, I should write this down and share it with the void". It goes like this:

There are a few things that I've been pretty sure of for a long time, peanut butter is disgusting, Harry Potter is awesome, and I'd probably never step foot in a gym. My perception of the later of these things has changed just hours ago.

But I wouldn't have ever gone in a gym if it weren't for the fact that I'd been offered by my Aunt to step foot, neigh frolic in a completely different place, a magical place full of food, rides, and Magic! Yup, Disney World. Ahhhh! My childish enthusiasm gushing, and delight surging though my atrophied leg muscles declared "YES!"

Silly foolhardy childish me, for you see, last year I had the chance to go to Disney Land with this same Aunt and her adorable family; and on that trip I did enjoy myself, but if my feet could have said that same thing; I'm sure that I would have indeed been frolicking out the door instead of limping.

Here's the rub, I'm not skinny. I never have been, and frankly have held very low standards as to achieving significant weight loss. Following my mother's well-meaning diet escapades, to which I was subjected to for the duration of my preteen through my teen years. I did not come out skinnier or even mildly interested in subjecting myself to any more diets for the rest of my life.

There's definitely resentment there, sorry mom!

This being said, I have tried other diets and those have also failed, mostly because I'd hit a point where I'd feel completely hopeless and then resort to the thing that always made me both happier and subsequently depressed... that's right. Food!

So, how does this have anything to do with the title of my post? Well, upon deciding that I was going to Disney World, and that this time I would not limp from the gilded gates of Disney Glory, I decided my first corse of action would be to purchase a pair of really good shoes and proceed to brake them in over the corse of the next two months until "D"-Day!

So, since trying new things seems to be a trend with me lately I skipped on down, or rather walked over to a running shoe store and explained my dilemma to the nice man behind the counter, who just happened to be the manager. He was very nice, (I think they're paid to be) and fit me with shoes, I mean the whole shebang: measured my feet, watched me walk (awkward!), and then found me some really great shoes. Indeed the best shoes that I've ever owned.

Behold the shoe glory!



So. Now equipped with awesome shoes I proceeded onto the next part of the plan, braking them in. This is where the story comes full circle. That was a week ago to the day - and while wearing my awesome shoes at work today I had the thought that I really will have to commit to walking a lot to make this happen - From what I've read online people walk an average of 8-14 miles a day in Disney World. I didn't think I could do that in the cold inversion-laden air of North Salt Lake. So, a gym must be found where I could use a treadmill to do my walking prep.

So I decided, that If i didn't just do it I never would... and that was the Epiphany. I rarely do anything without feeling obligated or that I'm getting something from it that I really want. like that wonderful paycheck ;) Yay for adulthood.

So, starting tomorrow I'll be heading to the gym to meet with a trainer to which i've committed a whole year to train with. YIKES! Two months to Disney World and then nine more after that to see if this crazy thing will work for me.

Here's hoping! I'm a perfectionist, and something else that I know about myself is that I always make things harder on myself than they need to be. Now I'm off to clean my kitchen where i'll cook my lean chicken dinner! Yay...  :P