It's official. Summer is here. I welcome the heat and humidity with open arms and a new bathing suit. Also, a new cover up so that no human being ever has to see me in a bathing suit.
To be perfectly honest this is the first time in nine years that I have bought a bathing suit. Last time being for a family trip to Florida. Back then I was a "short wearer". Which means that I still considered my legs from mid-thigh down to be presentable for viewing and wore shorts out in public and over my swim suit. A lot has changed since way back when.
I've gained weight and acquired spider veins. In an effort to lose weight and manage the pain of arthritis I joined a fitness center. A Dairy Queen sharing the same parking lot of the gym should've tipped me off. Bad idea. I went on a regular basis and rode the recumbent bike a lot. The arthritis pain got better. I celebrated with sundaes from Dairy Queen. Those chocolate covered waffle bowls get me every time. They also cause me to lie to my Dr when she asks if I am following a low-fat diet along with the exercising.
So, this summer, for whatever reason I decided to embrace my out of shape body and just buy a bathing suit already. Why can't department stores use candle light in their dressing rooms? It's so much more flattering than fluorescent. After much swallowing down of denial - yes that is back fat and no you can't squish it down so no one will notice - I found a really cute suit. A pair of shorts and tank top. Even better; a cover up that was on sale for half off.
Off to the water park my family goes. And, the cover up accidentally gets left at home. At the store a cover up might have seemed necessary, but at the park it no longer matters. Sure, some of that is due to the fact that no one I know will see me at Splashing Safari. But, mostly it's because that as me, Davis, Milo and my nephew race each other down a giant slide it doesn't matter what I look like. Only that as my son thinks about this day in upcoming years he will remember that I was right there next to him. Laughing. And, trying to convince him that it's not how fast you go but how far you travel.