So they call it a "tankini"

 
So in preparation for my swim class starting again on July 10th I ordered, after a lengthy search a new bathing suit, I always get a one piece and some swim shorts to cover up my thighs which have entered the world record for fat, so I thought I would buy a two piece, bottom shorts, top to match. Yes they call it a tankini, I never thought that I would ever own anything that ended in ‘ini’. I was hoping that it would fit since I had never ordered from this catalog before. It fit and there was enough bathing suit to pull it up over my belly and barely enough to pull the top down, not to mention the padded bra in the top that brought the girls upfront and to attention. I was walking around thinking “what is this in front of me?”


So in the water I go, still feeling unsure if I am properly covered to conceal all my excess, and I found out that this suit also provided a life jacket made of boobs. I am lucky that I didn’t knock myself out, jumping up and down.

I eventually had to tuck the top into the bottom because after all I don’t have my belly button pierced yet and what would people think. All and all the suit is ok, I will never be a bathing beauty, just the big lady in the pool laughing out loud to herself with each jump. So who knew I would get back in a two piece…….not me!

Not just creeping up, more like a run away snowball.....

So, there is nothing more depressing than having your license renewed, just what you need, a picture every 4 years to remind you of what the past 4 years have done to you.  It all shows up, the stress the heartache, the lack of caring about yourself.  I can remember before I was 50, and I was coming up on my birthday and I said that this will be the year, the year that I will take care of myself and lose some weight, pamper myself and have me time, I called it Fit and Fifty.  Well ten years later I was sorry and sixty, but not sorry enough to do something about it.  Now I am coming up on 63 and I am about as unfit as I can be, the heavyest I have ever been, the oldest I have ever been, and I guess I could blame it on the life that surrounds me, but the truth is I can only blame myself.  I am sure that I will go out of this life (later rather than sooner), unfit, unhealthy, unthin, and unbeautiful.  But it is what it is I guess.  I can always dig out all those old licenses and see how when I was 40 I thought I looked bad, little did I know I would out do myself 23 years later.  So who knew I wouldn't look 29 forever.