ARGH

There are a few defining moments in my life when I just got fed up with the old ball and chain of my weight and actually did something about it. Last night provided one of those moments.

It was Memorial Day evening and our annual trek to Flagpole Hill included just Aaron and me. Mike was flat on his back, down with allergies and Zach and Harrison were at Pine Cove.

Most of the people we used to go to Wilshire with hadn't seen us since the previous Memorial Day. In that time I had gained between 10-15 pounds and had grown my hair out.

I guess, since I see myself in the mirror daily, I didn't recognize the changes were as dramatic as they actually are.

One of the people I attended church with, was in Singles group and took a weekend trip with, and who was IN MY WEDDING, was sitting about 20 feet away from me. Last year, she came from nowhere to say "hi" to us. This year, when she turned and looked my direction, I waved. She hesitatnly waved back. Then, she turned to her boyfriend and asked who I was; this was obvious because he then looked my direction, trying to figure out who this crazy, unidentified waving woman was.

This mortified me. It was bad enough that I had been feeling pretty bad about myself lately, but this was just a slap in the face.

And I was the only one to blame.

This was my wake-up call.