The Squish

First, let me say, this weekend I made myself miserable. Weekends are like that. They are tough! I'm going to sum the whole weekend up in one word...squishy. "The Squish" as I like to refer to it, happens quite often in the life of an active overweight person.

"The Squish" requires three components:

Uncomfortable clothes (in my case it was starched jeans and a long sleeve shirt),

Heat (to stir up perspiration), and

Fat (I am not short on that).

Saturday we hosted an event at our building, so I provided Kolaches and Breakfast Tacos in the hospitality room...of course I had a couple of Kolaches...and a breakfast taco. I knew I didn't need it, but I was hungry (or at least that was my excuse). Around lunch time, with no time to change clothes our family headed out for the Bluebonnet Festival. We really had a great time, but it was starting to get hot (perspiration began to flow). Don't get in a hurry...we haven't made it to "The Squish" just yet. After leaving the festival we helped some new members at our congregation unload a U-haul truck. It was hot. Surrounded by asphalt and metal my shirt started to dampen. Inside the storage unit there was no circulation. While walking out of the unit...I diagnosed myself with "the squish".
Ironically, no odors are involved in "the squish", in fact it is probably unnoticeable to the casual observer (this is a blessing). "The Squish" has taken over! Someone took a keg of Vaseline and smeared it on every crevice, canyon and crack of my body! (The three body parts I love...I will not mention where they are located. Use your imagination)

No longer do you walk...you glide.

No longer do you sit...you slide.

It would be a great time to run a race because there is no friction under your clothes.
The solution? Shower. I wish there was another way to recover...but there isn't! Shower.

Kolaches and Breakfast Tacos on Saturday morning.
Sonic Cheeseburger on the way to Bluebonnet Festival.
Catered BBQ meal on Saturday night at the church event.

Lunch buffet on Sunday - roast with all the trimmings.
Pizza for the youth on Sunday night.

I was eating stressed...still thinking about what our son dealt with on Friday at school.

I can't use that as an excuse...it's just not valid.

When I eat like I did this weekend I get so mad. If you think I am always happy....you haven't seen me after I eat bad. I get in a depressed, mad and angry mood. I'm just mad at myself, but I'm sure I take it out on my family and those who are close.

I'm sure I gained...I know I gained several pounds! Oh, and get this...I made homemade cinnamon rolls and orange rolls this morning. Did I have one, two, three or four? Maybe I resisted! I'll let you know tomorrow. Don't even think I'm publishing my weight yet.

Keep your pants strapped on tight and do not try dusting with powder to conquer "the squish"....it will only form into a glue during a squish outbreak.