I follow this guy on Twitter. He lives in Charlotte, but I don't know him or anything.
He seems to live a very healthy life style. He's always tweeting about bran, egg whites, running, cross training, hot yoga... you get the drill.
And mostly, I read his tweets and I think 'Man, Tonya. You really need to get back with the program."
I have visions of myself, flush and rosy, coming out of hot yoga with a yoga mat under one arm and my muscles rippling....
I'm laying on the couch as I type this so you can see where I'm going with that.
So this weekend, I had a bit of an epiphany.
Well - let's not go straight to epiphany.
Maybe a flash of insight is a better way of putting it...
This guy, my twitter friend, tweeted that he had gotten up at 7:20 Saturday morning, been out the door by 7:45, run 6 miles, gone to yoga and then eaten a bran muffin with a shot of wheat grass.
And the first thought that came to my mind, unbidden and involuntary was:
"Good for you. More bacon and vodka for me."
And I meant it, y'all.
Somewhere, I turned a corner and started to accept myself.
And I'm not sorry.
And when I think "Is my next stop Pudgy-ville?"
Somehow, I don't care so much as long as Pudgy-ville has good coffee and I can sleep in on Saturday.
Image: Pancake Breakfast by Sunday Kind.