January 27, 2020
Over the last couple of legislative sessions, let’s just say that I literally got too big for my britches. I kept intending to get back to running and start eating right again. But there was always a delay. I kept letting my weight creep up. And up. And up. And up. I reached my lifetime high, which made me low.
Now that I’ve been on a diet/renewed exercise program for several months, I’ve lost a ton (or thereabouts) and made a discovery (in addition to re-discovering my feet). Apparently, when I was at my bigger weight and someone wanted to take my picture, I would try to pull in my belly, you know, to fool everyone that I was svelte. I’m sure it worked.
I wasn’t even aware I was doing this until last weekend when I was taking lots of pictures with friends and constituents at the Women’s Rally and the MLK March. I started realizing that I was still instinctively trying to suck in my more modest gut and ended up holding my breath.
That explains all of those pictures over the last few years where I looked fat AND had a pained, strained expression on my face. I was defensively trying to hold in a bowling ball of a belly while smiling at the same time.
Just Around the Corner
Needless to say, this is just the beginning of an incredibly important year. We’ve been marching and rallying and tearing our collective hair out for the past three years, itching for the chance to vote. Making sure you’re registered is only the first step to making sure your voice will be heard.