Someone asked me why I started this Blog. Last weekend I went to visit my parents. They live on a lake. Well, on the SHORE of the lake really. Its really nice there. We had a good visit. Shecky swam in the lake, rode his three-wheeler, played on the playground and actually got to be a KID and just do his own thing for a couple of days. He really loves it there. Living in Houston he doesn't get an opportunity to just play and run like the crazy kid he is.
On the way home we ran into some REALLY bad traffic. I mean the kind where your car doesn't move an INCH... for over 2 hours. It was really, REALLY horrific. Trapped in a teeny car with a bored, Bored, BOOOOOOOOOOOOOORED 6 year old who had to pee BADLY and who had no toys or games to keep him occupied. We had been stuck in the same spot for about an hour and a half or so when people started getting out of their vehicles and walking up the line of cars (two lanes wide). Someone in a vehicle behind us was going back to his car and I asked him if he knew what was going on. There had been a really bad accident up ahead, a double fatality. Two women had been killed and the person that had caused the accident had tried to run away... LITERALLY. He took off on foot, ran into the oncoming lane of traffic and was hit by a car going the other way. HE STILL KEPT RUNNING. The authorities caught him about a mile away.
We weren't all that far from the accident. It probably happened only 5 or 10 minutes before we arrived on the scene. That got me to thinking. Here I was, in a very small car, a convertible even, with my son and a very close friend. Had we left my parents place 10 minutes prior it could have been US in that wreck, in the coroners van, in the body bags. Pondering that brought me to this thought, "If you don't loose weight it could be you anyway. Either way you go... you're gone. No more time with Shecky. Never to have gotten myself together. Never to have gotten back on track with my life. Never to have sung again. Never to have started "That fricking Blog!""
I realized it was time. I started examining myself. Internally, externally, emotionally and objectively as I could. I got serious about my weight loss. I got mad at the mess I had become and started figuring out ways to fix it all. I started my fricking Blog. :)