I thought I would start my trip into the world of blogging by revisiting a family favorite story...my inner tube imprisonment.
A few years ago our family took a trip to the Great Wolf Lodge in Cincinnati. We had so much fun there! The rooms were cozy with enough wood to make a lumberjack squeal; "FABULOUS!", there was stuffed wolves strewn about the lodge to point your way or offer guidance, and the water park was beyond amazing.
I am a water dog, despite my girth and the fact that I haven't worn a proper bathing suit since I was a child..I LOVE swimming! The Wolf Lodge has an amazing wave pool and when my eyes saw it, I heard aquatic angels singing.
Our youngest daughter Abigail wanted to try the wave pool too, so I slipped into the inner tube with great ease and grabbed my baby to float among the swollen crowd. We bobbed up and down...both of us giggling madly with each movement. When we was done I drifted ashore. Somehow the waves beached us and I could not stand up. Laughing, holding a baby, and unable to get my sea legs steady my dear husband had to come over and rescue me. The scene looked like a dying Orca whale was laughing itself silly. I finally stood up and handed the baby to my husband Jay so I could get out of the inner tube...people were staring because of my inability to get up while laughing like a senseless seal.
I tugged on the tube...but something was wrong. The tube was idol, stuck, not moving an inch!
The comedic irony of a fat woman stuck in an inner tube hit me and I laughed harder. Panic and laughter raced through my body that was now locked into a plastic prison.
A very nice young lifeguard noticed the struggle and tried to rescue me. He pulled. He pushed. he attempted to comfort me with; "no worries, this happens often". He tried in vain to free me, but no luck.
By this time a crowd had gathered. My laughter has now become a nervous tick and elevated to a volume that should only be reserved for YouTube videos of goats screaming. I looked like an animal going through it's last spasms of life before someone decides to gift it mercy and put it out of it's misery.
Twenty minutes. It took twenty minutes for me to be freed from my tube of shame. I grabbed our children and left the show we had so eloquently put on. We went to our room and laughed, ate some pizza, and I thought about all my big sisters out there who have dealt with a pudgy problem...my sisterhood of the waddling sweatpants.
I wish this tale pushed me into a healthier life, but sadly...hot pockets still taste so good to me. Thankfully our family is one that can laugh where laughter applies.
Life lesson #27; don't take yourself too seriously, we all get stuck in something from time to time.
A few years ago our family took a trip to the Great Wolf Lodge in Cincinnati. We had so much fun there! The rooms were cozy with enough wood to make a lumberjack squeal; "FABULOUS!", there was stuffed wolves strewn about the lodge to point your way or offer guidance, and the water park was beyond amazing.
I am a water dog, despite my girth and the fact that I haven't worn a proper bathing suit since I was a child..I LOVE swimming! The Wolf Lodge has an amazing wave pool and when my eyes saw it, I heard aquatic angels singing.
Our youngest daughter Abigail wanted to try the wave pool too, so I slipped into the inner tube with great ease and grabbed my baby to float among the swollen crowd. We bobbed up and down...both of us giggling madly with each movement. When we was done I drifted ashore. Somehow the waves beached us and I could not stand up. Laughing, holding a baby, and unable to get my sea legs steady my dear husband had to come over and rescue me. The scene looked like a dying Orca whale was laughing itself silly. I finally stood up and handed the baby to my husband Jay so I could get out of the inner tube...people were staring because of my inability to get up while laughing like a senseless seal.
I tugged on the tube...but something was wrong. The tube was idol, stuck, not moving an inch!
The comedic irony of a fat woman stuck in an inner tube hit me and I laughed harder. Panic and laughter raced through my body that was now locked into a plastic prison.
A very nice young lifeguard noticed the struggle and tried to rescue me. He pulled. He pushed. he attempted to comfort me with; "no worries, this happens often". He tried in vain to free me, but no luck.
By this time a crowd had gathered. My laughter has now become a nervous tick and elevated to a volume that should only be reserved for YouTube videos of goats screaming. I looked like an animal going through it's last spasms of life before someone decides to gift it mercy and put it out of it's misery.
Twenty minutes. It took twenty minutes for me to be freed from my tube of shame. I grabbed our children and left the show we had so eloquently put on. We went to our room and laughed, ate some pizza, and I thought about all my big sisters out there who have dealt with a pudgy problem...my sisterhood of the waddling sweatpants.
I wish this tale pushed me into a healthier life, but sadly...hot pockets still taste so good to me. Thankfully our family is one that can laugh where laughter applies.
Life lesson #27; don't take yourself too seriously, we all get stuck in something from time to time.