aborted jump

group picture at the skydiving hangar

So yesterday was the day we were going skydiving. I must admit that leading to the event, I was awash with nervous, giddy anticipation. And the feeling would get stronger as the day got nearer and nearer. It was like the feeling you get while waiting in line to get on a roller coaster, only multiplied a thousand times!

It turned out I got myself all worked up for nothing. Sometime ago I wrote an entry about how I was trying to lose weight since the skydiving charged an extra dollar for every pound over 200, as indicated on the skydiving company's website. Well, what the website didn't say was that aside from the extra charge there was actually a weight limit. I only found on when we got to the skydiving site itself. Unfortunately, I was over that weight limit. Hence, no skydiving for me.

I guess a part of me was relieved that I wasn't going to jump. But that was just a small part compared to the one that was disappointed that I couldn't go. And I'll be honest, I'm envious of my friends who were able to jump, especially since they were all raving about how great an experience it was.

I'm disappointed in myself too. Had I been focused and disciplined with my diet from the get go, I might have been able to jump since I was just a few pounds off of the weight limit. Especially bad was that I've been in a bit of binge since SoCal.

Di bale, this has made me more motivated to lose weight. I promised myself I'm going to get below that weight limit. My skydiving adventure was not cancelled, only delayed. Soon I'll be able to share in the wonderful experience that my friends had and that they could only convey to me. Soon.