One of the other parents that I've become an acquaintance with over the years asked if I would like to walk with her. I said sure. She says, "Good, I'll have another parent that will walk slow with me. Us fat girls need to stick together." #1 Who said I was going to walk slow? #2 Just because I'm fat doesn't make us instant BFF's.
She ended up attempting to walk with us, but we passed her up (a couple of times). Honestly, I felt horrible and was worried about hurting her feelings, but hubby told me not to worry about. I need to focus on me and not if I upset other people by walking too fast.
The good news is that we walked 4 miles in 2 hours! I feel so accomplished that can't get the smile off my face. I'm sore as hell, but it was all worth it to know that I was out supporting my kiddos.
Me and the youngest after 2 miles.
My and the oldest after another 2 miles!