I'm going camping this weekend, for the first time in about ten years. My husband scheduled it a bit sooner than I expected, and he invited his 14yo nephew to join us, which I wasn't expecting, either.
I'm not THAT much heavier than I was then. Maybe 10 pounds... which when you're this heavy isn't make-it-or-break-it. But I've been struggling with tendonitis lately, and I hate that I "wobble" when I first get up and walk.
Anyway, we've been planning menus and going through our gear, updating our stuff, etc. I'm trying to look forward to this.
The kicker is, if it were just me, him, and DD8, I'd probably be just fine. They know me, and know that I'm a bit slow, and that I struggle sometimes. And they give me the leeway I need to do what I can physically. I can enjoy hiking and fishing and walking with them.
But I see A maybe once a year. He's a robust, athletic, slender young man who's active in Scouting. I don't want to be "fat Aunt S" all weekend, and be hyper-aware of what I am struggling to do.
*sighs* I also don't want to ruin the weekend by worrying. It's our first camping trip with our daughter, and she's SO looking forward to it. So I plan to hike, and swim, and fish, and maybe even get on a rowboat or canoe with them.
But part of me is really dreading it, too. And I hate that.


What she said! I hope you have a great time!