Walking on Water

I am not going to waste any more time talking about my weight plateau (for a while anyway). Instead I am going to bask in the victories that I have seen over the past year because as you know I am now looking at the forest.

So how about a story of victory?

One of my biggest goals in losing weight was to be able to go surfing. Surfing for weight loss may not seem like a typical goal, but I was born to surf. I just let myself get too big for it.

There have been more times than I can remember where I was sitting on the beach, watching the surfers in the water shredding up the massive double overheaders that frequent our shore (ok locals, you can stop laughing. we all know there is no great surf here…) For some reason I have always been drawn to the ocean and surfing has ALWAYS been my idea of connecting with the ocean in a way that cannot be explained. Surfing is like walking on water. It’s like connecting with an un-connectable surface. It is liquid peace.

For those of you who can’t understand that feeling then this is just a bunch of metaphysical mumbo-jumbo, but for those who speak the language, you know what I am talking about.

Well in the past I have tried my hand at riding the waves. When I was in high school I went a handful of times but never really put much of an effort into it (like most of the things I did in high school come to think of it.) But for the past several years I have felt the ocean calling me. The ocean WANTS me to be surfing. I can feel it.

Now that I have lost 80 pounds I have decided it is high time to answer that call. And luckily I have some great friends who want to answer it with me. This past Friday I quit hitting the ignore button. I borrowed a longboard from a buddy and hit the IOP with my great friends, Jason and Katie.

The tide was going out when we first got there and there was a little bit of an offshore wind. While the waves were nothing to write home about, several sets came through that provided for an awesome time.  Jason and Katie are both great surfers and also great teachers. They gave me some great pointers and were so encouraging that I never once felt out of place. I caught several waves, but as I am basically starting over, I wasn’t really able to stand up on any of them. I rode several on my knees or up on one knee. I will tame that beast though. Unfortunately the tide slacked and the waves died after about an hour. But the fact is, I was there. And I didn’t even come close to sinking the board. Fear number one = smashed.

When i got back to my car I had another one of those feelings, like after I finished my first race, where I was a little bit overwhelmed by emotion. This was something that I have wanted to do for so long and now I am able to. Losing weight is opening up so many opportunities and so many doors that I honestly thought were closed to me forever.  I am learning on a daily basis, though, that it is NEVER too late.

I want EVERYONE to know that feeling.

I guess I need to go ahead and find my own board now…


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