Yesterday I ventured to the beach. This is a first since the last 3 kids were born, since I no longer had anything resembling a bathing suit body. Not that anyone cares what a mommy of 7 looks like in a swimsuit except for me, but it was a real bash on the shiny little ego. So, yeah. I went to the beach and watched the little whippersnappers play in the water and the sand at Park Point. I think we were the only native Duluthians there, everyone else was a tourist. How does that happen?!
At the beach, I relished in peace and quiet for an entire hour and a half. I sat in the sand and read a book. I went in the water when I got hot or had to pee. I watched the little kids to make sure they weren't facedown in the surf too long.
And then we went home and I discovered that my back was the color of the sunset. It was also the same temperature. I have never had a sunburn in my life, and I was wondering if it was some hormonal change brought about by 3 pregnancies in the past 4 years. Or was it just that the additional 25 pounds I have gained and kept over those pregnancies fries a little easier. Bacon wouldn't be bacon without the fat, right? Would it fry as easily? Either way, its time for me to quit making excuses and ditch that weight. Because I don't want to ever fry like this again.
It feels like someone ripped a thousand bandaids off my skin fast, that prickly, tingly, ouchie feeling. I couldn't sleep with it. I can't shower with it. I soaked in a cool tub for an hour and it still stings. So fat begone, I don't want to hurt no more!
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