When the heat is on, it’s time to come out and playI think I’ve found a new favorite season. Fifty-plus pounds ago, I cringed at the word summer. It meant sweating, activity and revealing clothing.
By: Jen Cullen, The Republican Eagle
I think I’ve found a new favorite season.
Fifty-plus pounds ago, I cringed at the word summer. It meant sweating, activity and revealing clothing.
Antarctica sounded more like the place for me. The fuzzier and bulkier the clothing, the better.
I wasn’t always a fan of freezing. When I was in high school, I used to tell my family I was going to move to Arizona and play softball.
Softball, I told anyone who’d listen, was no fun unless it was played in the blazing heat under the Arizona sun.
Then that outdoor-loving athlete turned into a hibernating lump.
I didn’t hibernate only in the winter. Instead of coming out of the warm cave I hid in those cold Minnesota months, I would stay inside all summer long.
Friends would urge me to go tubing on the Apple River or in nearby Welch. No way, I protested. What about a nice day at the beach or the pool?
I got real good at making excuses.
“I have a cold,” I’d lamely say.
Even lamer excuses included: My foot hurts. Nobody wants to see me in a bathing suit. I’m too fat.
I would wear long-sleeved shirts and pants all summer and feel sorry for myself. Maybe I’d break out a pair of capri pants if it got over 90 degrees.
No wonder I was soaked from head to toe by 10 a.m. No wonder I was the only person in the state secretly hoping for that almost impossible June snowstorm.
I was always worried that someone would notice the sweat forming on my brow when I was just standing there.
Any physical activity — which I knew would help me and I longed to participate in — was basically out of the question.
Shorts and a tank top? Really? That’s funny.
Being unhealthy and overweight made summertime unbearable for me. I was convinced I was an eyesore.
But I must have drawn more attention to myself wearing pants and sweatshirts than I would have in shorts and a T-shirt.
I see that now.
I’ve never been a shorts type of gal. I probably never will be.
But I think I’ll leave the hibernating to the bears.
My next weigh-in is June 2. You can check out my battle with the bulge at www.kimwojcik.com. The site includes video, pictures, blogs, tips and comments from people following my journey.