I just had this awesome feeling come over me… I know it’s a long time in the making but, I had the coolest thought come to mind… at this time next year I will be comfortable enough in a swimsuit to actually go swimming.
I love to swim … I mean I LOVE to swim, but fat is fat and I am too fat to be in a swimsuit! I don’t think I miss anything more (other than a lost relative) than swimming. I have loved it since I did it the first time and for me no swimming is like a loss of a friend or a loss of my other half. Water comes naturally to me and not swimming for years hurts me deeply!
I love the thrill of water, going to water parks, scuba diving, snorkeling, and a nice lazy river rider. I mean I love everything about water sports, water craft, and just water in general…
I can’t wait for the day when I feel the chains removed from my body, when water is freedom again, and water is happiness. So I guess it comes down to one thing… what’s more important… food or freedom?