Ahoy there.
I have come to the horrible realization that my next Walt Disney World vacation is but 197 days away. Poor me, huh? Most people are filled with glee at the thought of being on vacation in Walt Disney World, hugging Mickey Mouse, watching the fireworks over the castle, and all the other nice things people are seen doing in commercials. I should know that people love to do these things -- I'm a Disney travel agent and it's the best job I've ever had in my life. I don't even consider it a job because it's something I love to do and that's such a rarity nowadays and I am incredibly blessed. I WILL be thrilled to do all of the nice things they do in the commercials, but only in 195 days, after 9 AM EST or so.
Eh?
Well, you see, on February 24th, 2013, I will wake up at around 3 AM (this is usually the time I find myself going *to* bed on my days off), try to shove something protein and carb happy down my throat, suit up in whatever ridiculous attire I have fashioned for myself (think Disney princess fitness chic), waltz out of my Boardwalk Villa studio with my supportive but groggy family, and fancy myself for a 13.1 mile run in the middle of Florida. I will be surrounded by thousands upon thousands of like-minded nut jobs, one of which will be my mother. They give you 3:30 hours, and it starts at 5:30 AM, so after I have gone through the 13.1 miles, I will be happy to continue my Disney vacation as the commercials promise. Normal people call this the Princess Half Marathon 2013, I call this one hell of a reason for a Walt Disney World trip.
Who even *does* that? Me. That's right. I'm that person who does that and I am scared out of my damn mind.
It is probably even made more hysterical by the fact that I am overweight. According to the BMI business, I am morbidly obese. Now that's not quite fair. I don't do usual fat people things. I don't like mayo, I don't drink soda that often (and when I do, it's diet), I always thought Twinkies were disgusting and I hate McDonalds. I am not 100% sure why I have always been fat. Look at all of my pictures from birth till now -- Buddha baby, chubby toddler, big girl, etc. Always the big girl, and tall, too. It sucks. It really does. Despite all this, I have a husband that loves me and a network of friends and family that are more amazing than a girl could ask for. But I need to do this for myself, above anything else, and so I shall.
So I have been working out. And I have cut things out of my diet that I really liked. And I have already made compromises because I am dumb, but I guess that comes with being human. I figure I will make less compromises if I write about it in a public place and make a commitment to the wide world of the internet to document my exercise/diet/all that jazz on a semi-daily basis.
I am honestly running on faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie dust at this point. I'll need a bit more than that, but it's a good start, innit?
Hugs,
Christina
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