It has been a long holiday. Put in two weeks of travelling on vacation. And eating twice the amount that one normally does because, lets face it, travelling is exhausting. You sit around in a vehicle for almost an entire day and all your brain can think is, in large font, “Wonder what we will have for dinner?” And after five minutes, when you pass yet another stretch of mountain that looks exactly the same as the first, and all so incredibly beautiful that you wonder what you are doing shuttling around from point A to point B, rather than sit in one place and breathe in the view, you think, “I wonder if I can get my teeth into some chicken this evening.”
A lot of needless eating happened. And in the two places which were cold enough to merit it, one ate like a horse. Or a mare if you must be finicky about gender and such like. And when one returned to regular climes, the stomach had expanded itself to accommodate the extra nutrition and calories one had been chucking into it at regular intervals so the regular proportions of food one put in rattled around in the stomach much like stones in a can. Therefore, needing, as it begged, more food with which to buffer itself. Which in turn led to more food being scavenged for and tossed into the cavernous mouth. Which in turn has led to obscene things happening to the waistline which ensures one will never bathe facing the mirror, and that one has automatically reshuffled the wardrobe to keep the comfortfit jeans and the loose tops (some of which did double duty as maternity wear) to the fore.
And one went for a walk yesterday. It started off as being a serious walk. One with no distractions, head to the track and pump on. And then, the phone rang. And one chatted. And one’s speed dropped a bit because, after all, how easy is it to have a coherent conversation when one is panting like one has been upto unmentionable in public activity when in fact all one is doing is walking innocently at a pace that forces one to draw in more air to the burning lungs. So one slacked a bit. Then one picked up pace again. And since a friend began ambling along to conduct a piece of investigatory conversation on the sudden disappearance of a family from the premises, with whispers of loan sharks swarming the premises on the lookout for them, one slackened pace yet again. Then finally gave up any pretence at upping the cardio rate. Tomorrow. One promised self. Tomorrow I would walk to my heart’s content, without any distractions. Tomorrow I would walked till the knees rattled and the heart danced the tango. Tomorrow is today now.
I need to put in an hour’s worth of serious walking if I need to contain my waist within a room. I need to walk fast and long, if I need the protruberances around my thighs to not stick out at odd angles and risk me actually cutting a swathe through the crowd….and I need to start today. Wish me luck.