One Day at A Time

This morning is Christmas Day 2016 and I weighed in this morning at 387.6 which looks like +1 and I will have to attribute that to the bread I ate yesterday.  One or two slices would  not have had an affect but I think I may have to cut it out altogether.

I've not been going all the way to the end of my fitness videos so I will just have to keep at it until I can.  I really wish I could go swimming at this point.  I miss swimming a lot.  I didn't even like it at first.  I didn't know how to swim and was afraid of the water for a long time.

Two reasons why I was afraid of the water.  I was about twelve or so when our church and family went to a water park.  We were having a blast and then it was time to go to the beach.  I was in the ocean going up and down, trying to wade in the water and be safe at the same time.  I had gone down underwater when I felt some arms and legs wrap themselves around me.  I came up from under the water looking straight at the very hairy, olive-skinned man with black hair who was the human octopus who had latched onto me.  Immediately following, I left the water.

The other reason I'd been afraid of the ocean was family folklore.  I had heard of an uncle, my mother's brother, who had left Haiti to escape to America and was lost at sea.  Some relatives begged him to leave his daughter just in case his journey was not successful.  He never made it to the US.

I'm happy to report that I have overcome my fear of the water and I did learn to at least tread water and how to float.  Last summer I spent lots of quality time alone in the pool where I lived and just enjoyed gazing at the stars and swimming and singing for hours.