What’ll I Doooooo?

So, I am at a point of major transition, a time when I shall have to sink or swim on my own in this whole weight-loss journey.  When I started, I had a nutrtionist helping me to understand more about what I have been eating and should be eating.  More importantly, I had Melody making me move myself in ways I clearly did not want to move.  Her work was the cornerstone of this whole thing, and I couldn’t dream of having done it without her. 

But now, she is gone to me.  I have moved to Colorado.  Here, I may find a trainer.  I know there’s at least one gym nearby which I hope to visit next week.  But mostly, I am going to have to start applying what she has taught me and go it on my own a bit.  My brother will be living with me, and he has expressed interest in wanting to get to working out.  So we will have each other for encouragement.  There’s a part of me that just doesn’t know what I will do without her, but I know that things change; we have to move on. 

In a couple of days, I will take stock of my current condition, with photos and all.  (I am still waiting for some stuff to come in the mail to my new house, so I can’t take pictures and post them, etc.) 

I have one major encouraging story to come out of all this:  On Thursday, I flew from Las Vegas to Colorado, as part of my move.  As anyone who has ever been significantly overweight will tell you, flying terrifies us.  The seats are small.  The people next to you don’t like you by them.  And sometimes, though I am fortunate to have never experienced it, airlines will demand you buy a second seat or get off the plane.  So, it was with great trepidation that I boarded my flight. . .

Well, lemme tell you, I fit in the seat!  Not only that, but the seatbelt buckled!  Was it cramped?  Yes.  Did I have to extend the belt as olong as it would go and still suck in my gut?  Yes.  But I fit!  Not the case the last few times I have flown. 

If that’s not an exciting story, then I don’t know what is. . .