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If you're a large woman in America, your whole life is an opportunity to feel self-conscious, embarrassed, resentful and way too big. You can hide in the corner or on the couch, you can go to therapy, or you can put on your lycra bike shorts and get out there and move.
—Jayne Williams, Slow Fat Triathlete

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January 3, 2006

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LoveSo, we did go on the Death March. It was raining, and I was soaked through before we made it to the park. Waterproof jacket my ass! So even though I was running horribly late, I went to the gym, took a hot shower, and sat in the sauna for awhile. I weighed myself—now that's a bummer. Nothing like getting soaked to the skin to make a person irritated.

Here I am, trying to be good. I bicycled in this morning, which was lovely and beautiful and altogether splendid. It "felt like 36" degrees this morning, and I was just in a tank, a dri-fit shirt, and my favorite oversized wool sweater. I was chilly but not in a bad way. Just in a, well, I am chilly way. Not in a I am freezing!! way. Not like I was, um, soaked to the bloody skin! Ahem.

I signed up for the Tuesday-Thursday pilates class. I told Jill and she laughed—we complained all the time about that class, but I need to do it again. I need to have that discipline.

I had big plans of trying to get up and walk around between tasks this afternoon, or run the stairs, but I'm in stocking feet hoping that someday my socks will dry.

Posted at January 3, 2006

Comments

OK...

...call me to make arrangements and pick me up and I will go to Pilates with you...and try to keep up with it without you picking me up every time...

I need to get serious too and I need some support and help...

We can do this...

Posted by: Jill at January 6, 2006 9:05 PM