Greetings To the Inhabitants of the Land of Reality
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Hello Dear Residents of Reality,
I have returned! I've been gone for some time. I've been busy traveling and living in the lovely land of Denial. I'm sure most of you have been there at least once, so I don't need to tell you how wonderful it is. Where else can you eat a 1/4 of a chocolate cheesecake and tell yourself it's a "thin slice?" Or calculate calories for a large movie theater popcorn as "air-popped, 2 cups?" I just LOVE the place. Only in the land of Denial can I justify my foot pain as poor quality shoes, (which of course means that I need to buy expensive designer shoes,) oblivious to the physics of balancing 200+ pounds on a pencil-thin spike of a heel. Do they give Congressional Medals of Honor to feet? Because if so, mine certainly are deserving of it, having served above and beyond the call of duty. But alas, all good things must come to an end and as I watched my weight inch up past the "I'll-never go-beyond-this-weight-again" mark, and then proceed to reach the "I-can't-believe-I-let-myself-
get-this-fat-again" milestone, I realized that my trip to Denial had to come to an end. So I packed up all my incredibly convincing justifications and excuses and boarded Resolution & Goals Flight 214 bound for Reality. My home in Reality looked just the way I had left it, with all the same people, problems and challenges I had left behind. Even my extended stay in Denial couldn't make them go away, so I guess I will have to face them after all. But I must admit that I'm impressed at how many of you have remained in Reality the whole time. You've accomplished great things. I admire you all and look to you for inspiration and motivation. I won't mention how many of you I bumped into in Denial, however. Remember, what happens in Denial, stays in Denial. As for me, I'm not planning any more trips to Denial for some time (or to the Cheesecake Factory, for that matter). I have a big family reunion in June, so I'm going to need a good 7 months of Reality in order to get into that "Gosh-she-looks-great-we-hate-
her" shape. Seven months doesn't seem like a long time to remain in Reality, but I rarely go more than 1 month without at least a weekend excursion to Denial. Maybe it's time to get rid of my timeshare there.