Little Steps...Shamu's Entrance

I have to confess that I am addicted to the sport of soccer. I never knew anything about soccer before we had children. Now, I understand all the rules. I can see what is going to happen before it happens. I yell (encouraging words) at the kids, "cut off the ball", "do not let it bounce", "How can you let the ball run past you?", "We don't let the ball run past us.", "It was right in front of your feet." "Just stop the ball!" This sideline coaching lasted for the first couple of seasons until the parents were forced to scrimmage the kids. It was then I realized the ball I wanted the kids to stop was moving much faster than I expected.

One cool fall night we were scrimmaging our kids and the coach (who plays in a semi-pro league). I must say that we were doing pretty good.

Most of the dad's had on steal-toe boots from work, and moms wore flip-flops because of their fresh pedicures.

I, on the other hand, had on tennis shoes! I laced them tight for the match. We were doing great, progressing the ball down the field. I guess we were doing a little too good, because the coach started to help out the kids. On one particular play I was running (waddling) towards the ball...it was mine! I brought my leg back to kick, and in a split second the coach came out of nowhere!

He made a quick spin move (like a ballerina) and the ball was gone.

I could hear the observers chanting something from the sidelines, but couldn't make out what they were saying. What happened in those next few seconds may have been the most humiliating 30 seconds I've had in Marble Falls. More on that in a moment.

We live an hour away from Sea World. Our kids love the theme park and ask to visit their often. We enjoy the dolphin show and the Steel Eal roller coaster...but you go to the park for one reason and one reason only. SHAMU!!!! When it's time to bring SHAMU!!!! out the announcer gets the crowd to yell,

SHAMU!!!!, SHAMU!!!!, SHAMU!!!!

Out of nowhere the beast flies in the air and makes a huge belly flop on the the wet stage...skidding to a stop and waiting for a treat. It's is quite a site!

Back to the game...the coach spins, and down I went. My arms straight down to my side, like a fish out of water I'm flying through the air. I land on my belly..skidding to a stop. In the cool fall air I could faintly here the other parents quietly whispering...."shamu, shamu, shamu". I heard laughter...I knew I looked awkward...I wish I could have wiggled my tail and slid back into the cold water. The coach (now 30 yards down the field) looked back to make sure I was OK. Since that night I have not been back on the field. I was humbled, embarrassed and may have been suffering from "the squish". I have a new appreciation for any kid who plays the game of soccer.

Yesterday at practice I took a few steps to recovery. I stood near the goal and visited with Bryce as he waited for the next shot. On one occasion I even chased a ball down and returned it to play.

So why is this important? Because yesterday was the first day I have been back on track with my dieting as well. I was pleased with my performance. I had a turkey, ham, cheese, pickle and mustard sandwich for lunch. I had tuna salad and triscuits for supper. When I was hungry I had grapes and a banana. I probably had too much coke, but at least yesterday was a step in the right direction. I plan to keep it up. I have the motivation right now. I know I can do this....maybe all I need is a few people shouting...SHAMU!!!! SHAMU!!!! SHAMU!!!! for inspiration.