much too scary and ugly to share with my readers, so this is a photo-less post (you’ll thank me later). But I’m getting ahead of myself.
I inherited (I hope) some of my dad’s good traits: his easy-going nature, his sense of humor and sense of fun, his problem-solving and creativeness, and his honesty. But then there’s the high cholesterol. And the moles. (I told you this was going to get ugly.) I have my moles checked regularly by a dermatologist and have had several basal-cell cancer spots removed. Not a big worry — they just needed to go, and need monitoring regularly.
Have you ever tried to really look at your own back? Well, being the problem-solving and creative person I am, I got my camera, and went to get a good look in the bathroom mirror. I aimed the camera back over my right shoulder and took a photo into the mirror. I anxiously checked the camera display. OH, MY GOD!!! It wasn’t the number of moles that was so shocking; I knew they were there. It was the *ahem* fat. I have a fat back. Really scary, really ugly, really fat. I guess I thought if I couldn’t see it, it wasn’t there.
I started a diet today. And I exercised today. And I ordered a new swimsuit from Omar the Tent Maker that has a high front and a very high back to protect me better from the sun on the rare occasions that I hot-tub-it.
I like FitDay as a free online calorie-counting aid. I used it successfully a few years ago. It worked for me before; it will work for me again. Between calorie counting and putting in some time on the eliptical trainer, I WILL look better by fall. And I WON’T be taking any more of those over-the-shoulder pictures!