I’m getting pretty chunky, which is a wound to my pride and health and — oddly enough — travel sensibility. I like to travel light. I can spend a week about anywhere (if I’m not preaching) with a small carry-on and a modestly packed laptop case. (With no lap-top.) Hardly revolutionary, but a developed skill none the less. But what’s the use of packing light if I’m packing twenty or thirty extra pounds at my waistline.
Then it hit me.
I want to go to the UUCF Revival in November. I want to lose weight. I’ve made a deal with myself. I hope I don’t regret it.
I will carry only as much luggage as the weight I loose between two weeks ago and then. If I loose twenty pounds, I can pack like a normal person. If I loose a half a pound, it means a change of undies in a plastic bag.
Silly? Perhaps. But I hate feeling like a sausage and I like a contest. I’ll let you know how it turns out. Of course, the Revival participants will know first.