The Ups and Downs of a Fat Roll

   On most days, I look in the mirror and my reaction is wurk it girl. Those extra pounds are making that dress. After all, I'm the person that tells everyone that God didn't create us all to be the same and that we have to love ourselves as we are. Then there are other days when a quick glance in the mirror leads to questions of when I gained the extra person in my waist and why do I have 3 dimensional pieces of flesh flowing from the once smooth curves.  Who knew that one day when I had to select body type that I would really have to consider if I should choose apple, pear, triangle, or rectangle shape? Hourglass has long ceased to be an option.

   After my feelings being hurt a million times, this led to a desire to get myself in the best physical shape. I went on Facebook marketplace and I bought a bike. You read it correctly, Lakisha Cunningham, bought a bike. Now I'm not sure where this idea came from and I'm partially blaming it on my friend who bought one about a month prior. Apparently, the video of her collapsing on the porch after riding did not register in my mind that maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t ready.  

   Just like all my other bad ideas, I thought that I could do this with relative ease. The same day that I bought the bike, I was looking for a bike trailer so that my one year old could come along for the ride. I truly believed that you never forget how to ride a bike. That is a lie of epic proportions!!!  Day one involved me almost falling off. Now on day three, I can go down a hill without wobbling but coming back up involves me walking and pushing.  Don’t pass judgement because at least I'm trying and those footsteps when pushing still count in Samsung health. Also the amusement that I heard in my husband’s voice when I said that I was going to get one also made this a personal challenge. He is visibly tickled whenever he witnesses me trying to ride. 

   Im proud that I am trying to get into shape but in the same breath I'm mad at society. I'm sick of the exceptionally thin women, with great hair and makeup with Idris Elba look-alikes on their arm. Why can't the norm be Rasputia Latimore with a hostess cake in a bikini on a scooter? Until it becomes that, pray for me and my bike journey.