Years ago, when I started this blog I made up this persona, Skinny Girl. She lives inside of me and has even made herself public for a while after the birth of Robbie. I've managed to subdue her and keep her quiet with copious amounts of chocolate cake, pies and very little activity.
I'm surprised at how easy it was to shut her up.
She's been screaming for a few months and I can't ignore her any longer. She occasionally rears her skinny little head and crabs at me to take a hike--or a walk--whatever; the message is the same to me.
I don't like Fat Girl either. She's annoying. She whines about aches and pains and bi-focals and tendonitis. I'm tired of hearing how her clothes don't fit right, how the bathroom scales show larger numbers during "that time of the month."
So, in order to shut them both up, and thereby create a bit more sanity inside my head, I have tried to take long walks along our bike path, but I've developed foot pain. I'm heading out to the Doc today to see what it is. It's annoying, that's for sure.
So because walking hurts, I bought a bike--nothing fancy or speedy. A pretty little plum colored Shwinn. She has a wide seat, just like mine, goofy broad touristy handles and a basket.
I imagine myself looking like this,
But I'm sure I really look like Margaret Hamilton.
Now that Margaret's "theme music" is stuck in your head, I'm pulling out Penelope Shwinn and going to take a spin.