I’ve never been a runner because, well, I hate it. The more weight you have to carry, the harder all physical activity becomes. For the longest time when I’d see the 26.2 and 13.1 stickers on the rear windows of cars, I’d think, “Huh, I wonder what that is?” See, obviously NOT a runner. Today after hours in the hot sun watching and waiting for our beautiful youngest to run her heart out, (she didn’t place in the top 3, but she ran the 100m and 200m and that was quite an accomplishment. Go M!), this happened:
Violation #1: Steve’s car was vandalized, which would have been fine if we could still drive it. Turns out cars aren’t driveable (this is the way driveable is spelled but I’m gettin’ the squiggly misspelled warning line) after the ignition is stabbed with a large metal tool.
Violation #2: This is how my mind works. This morning I was pissed that a show like The Biggest Loser even existed, mostly because, out of the goodness of their little hearts, NBC rescued people from their horrid heaviness by weighing them on national TV in their skivvies. Sure there are a few who would LOVE to be in their skivvies, but most average people, would rather not stand in harsh lighting on a stage in unflattering clothing. Am I right? Why do we think it’s entertaining to watch this? There are probably some who have felt that The Biggest Loser was the best opportunity that ever happened to them. Many must feel humiliated especially if they didn’t succeed at being a big loser.
Violation #3: As I drove down our cross street, over the speed limit after the 2 hour wait for the tow truck, we…just…wanted…to…get…home. In oncoming traffic and motorcycle police officer makes a U-turn and followed us onto our street. Heart racing. “This can’t be happening!” Steve and I both freaking and laughing because of how ridiculous the day has already been. Ready to accept our fate as we pulled into our driveway, the officer kept driving. Whew.
Violation #4: Rant about Rey: Really? Rey (in real life Daisy Ridley) the heroine in The Force Awakens has to deal with haters too. Because she’s not curvy enough. Oh brother. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. I’m glad she spoke out.
Let’s speak up when the mean people come out, because it ain’t cool. Ain’t cool at all. On my refrigerator for over a decade, one of my favorite quotes from Oswald Chambers, “We have to be exceptional in the ordinary things, to be holy in the mean streets, among mean people, and this is not learned in five minutes.” True dat, Oswald. There is so much ordinary, right? Life most days is ordinary. This week has been ordinary, well, maybe today was extraordinary, but many days are just ordinary.
You might be wondering what any of this post has to do with weight loss surgery. It was an ordinary day when I would have normally eaten house and home to cope. I didn’t today, and that’s EXTRAordinary.
Why You Keep Judging Me? 