The girls I traveled with were: younger than me, weighed a whole lot less, and were more physically fit (excuses 1,2 & 3). They are an awesome group of high school "gal-pals" who invited me to go with them on their annual trip.
The main purpose of the trip was to get together and explore some of nature's beauty. Two of the highlights were Mt. Baker in Washington State and Whistler in Canada. The elevation of Mt. Baker is 10,781 ft. and Whistler is the largest ski resort in North America. We took the nearly 2 mile Peak-2-Peak gondola ride between Whistler and Blackcomb mountains. WOW. During the week, we also walked about half way around Stanley Park in Vancouver, visited local parks, the ocean, Puget sound, and Seattle. The awesomeness and beauty during this week is something I will never forget.I also will never forget how it almost killed me. Well, not literally, but that's only because I didn't push myself and gave myself permission to "fall behind" when I felt I couldn't keep up.
Losing weight will mean:
I will be able to hike without being winded
I will be able to tie my hiking boots
I won't have to let my friends "go ahead"
I will be able to walk around Seattle and enjoy it
No more giving myself permission to let life go on around me.
It's only Day 3, but I still feel that my head is on right and this is going to be a successful journey for me.
