I ended up talking about him quite a bit this weekend. Somehow a couple people learned that I have a private pilot's license and there were long conversations about our mutual love of flying. My dad took his first airplane ride in an open-cockpit biplane when he was five years old, and he was instantly and permanently infected with the bug to learn to fly. He got his license when I was 18, and I got mine when I was 30. He ended up owning half a dozen different airplanes throughout his lifetime; by the time I started taking lessons he had a Citabria, which is "aerobatic" sort of spelled backwards.
The weekend was great. This retreat is pretty unstructured, with just four scheduled meetings. The remainder of the time is spent fellowshipping, eating, walking/hiking, napping, eating, watching football, eating … you get the idea.
Every year when I leave Kentucky I think to myself, "Next year will be different. I'm going to really work on losing weight and getting back in shape and no one will recognize me when we go back." Well, this year I said it out loud to my husband, and here I am saying it to you, and maybe making a more public commitment will help me stay on track.
Today is the first training day for Up & Running, the second anniversary of my dad's passing and the day after the annual retreat. My dad was a good example of how I don't want to end up when I'm 80: infirm, in pain and in doctors' offices all the time. The confluence of these events is perfect for yet another new beginning.
As far as food goes, I'll be trying something I've seen and considered but haven't put into practice – breakfast and lunch will be pretty much the same thing every day. No-brainer meals, if you will. Cereal or oatmeal for breakfast, yogurt or cottage cheese or a smoothie for lunch. I'm still having trouble eating, especially salads (getting used to the dentures), so dinners will be soups, stir-fries or pasta with cooked-to-death vegetables.
Edited to add: Also, one day off each week. Because if you eat treats every day, they're not really treats, are they?
Anyone want to join me? I'd love the support, whether your meals look like mine or not.