Here is a story about why my quest for weight loss is such a huge undertaking for me...and why exercise isn't always an easy solution...and why now...I have 100 pounds to lose before my trip in December and why you all should feel sorry for me and stop lurking and start inputting your opinions cause my life has been rough...some may even say tuff...
My girlhood best friend is small. She has since had 5 kids and although does not exercise ever...has a size 7 body and although neked...not pretty...who walks around neked most of the time???
So I have had 3 kids in 1996 and that summer got a pair of BRAND NEW ROLLER BLADES!!! Skinny decides we should go out and try them together by a new apartment complex that would be very smooth for me and my uncoordinated 160 pound self!!
So...off we go...discussing nothing important...turn into the apartment complex and...proceeded to be gradually picking up speed as the driveway slopes into a hill and at the bottom of hill is a roundabout once you are 50 feet in.
I am laughing at first...
I then realize that the slope is now a steep slope and I cannot stop.

My friend..ole skinny...casually slows down and steps off into the grass....
me...and my BRAND NEW ROLLER BLADES....are fast! No scuffing yet on those puppies...so I am thinking I will face death and win....because at the bottom of the slope...is a grassy area that the roundabout encircles.
I will take a face plant in the grass any day.
Unfortunately...
Mr. Rock decided I need an exfoliate because I hit the rock of Gibraltar at 40MPH! This far exceeded BTW, posted signs of "Children at Play" and "Slow Down" or how about "5MPH!"
Wham!!!!
I skipped like a stone on Lake Superior down the rest of the slope.
You all should be proud, because I knew that I should not put my wrists down for fear of breaking them.
Ya see I had not bought wrist guards yet since I just had bought my BRAND NEW ROLLER BLADES.
What happened then, was to this day, the most humiliating public outing and painful "as* whooping" of my life. The best part was I gave myself it, thank you!
Then I looked up.
There were rednecks in them thar hills...okay on them thar balconies...and them rednecks had enjoyed a few sips of pappy's moonshine...and they laughed...out loud...then laughed...and pointed...and then RedNeck LarryClarence said to RedNeck BillyJoe...
"Think we ouuter call for sum help for that thar girl whose as*-skin is litterin our nice new paveyment....huh..ya think...BillyJoe...reckin that's be the good and rightous thing...huh...are ye hearing me ...ya passed out or what???"
So as I laid there, skinny decides to saunter down to wear my meaty carcass remained.
Laughing so hard she should have wet herself because it might of made me feel better! She took off roller blades, helped hold me up as we walk through the weeds and woods to my apartment.
(Meanwhile...back on the patio..LarryClarence was putting peas up BillyJoe's nostrils.)
Once home, it was very apparent that I needed medical attention. (If we would have had cell phones back then an ambulance would have been called.)
I had on shorts on this excursion and needed 2 hours...no joke.. of debris removal. My legs and buttocks had road rash with nice new tar!
But the kicker - as I was bent over the table to expose my goods to Dr. Dorfus...I kept saying that I felt like I broke something... He said..yup ya did..
He shoves his pointy little finger in the crack of my goods...and says...
"Feel this?"
I screamed YESSS!!!
He says..
"That is not supposed to move at all"...meanwhile he is wiggling
"that" like it is wax fishing worm.
Ya see...I broke my Coccyx...which some people refer to as their tailbone...it is the end of the line of your spine and it ends in your behind...and guess what...oh yeah baby...they cannot cast your AS* so I had to lay face down..pant-less..for 2 weeks strait on the couch...stand to pee...don't ask cause i wont tell...and avoid any food that resembles fiber...
I did drop 20 pounds though from that ordeal...
where are those SLIGHTLY USED BUT NOT EVER AGAIN ROLLER BLADES???