I was just tearing apart and cleaning my room for the arrival of Dy. I started going through my memory boxes (the 2 boxes and counting in which I store anything that has ever meant a whole lot. It’s a chronicle of my past). Anyway, I found the picture of my soccer team in ‘97 when I was a kick-ass goalie. I mean, granted, I was only ten, but I remember how much I loved it.
I was the team’s goalie, and I was amazing! We had a losing season, but that was because of offense- not defense. The stupid ball was always at my end of the field. I hated dragging my butt to practice and I hated the excersize, but I loved the game. I loved the competition. I had all but forgotten that.
I remember one game. They kept me in the whole game. No one else was quite as good as me, not to sound boastful, but it was true. Near the end of the game, I nearly wanted to faint. Like I said, the ball was constantly on my end of the field. I would block a goal and then have to go chase it off the field and set it up for the 6 kick or whatever it was. Like I said, it’s been ten years since I played. But at one point, a man came up behind me and started chasing the ball for me when it went out. I remember someone from the opposing team shouting, “What are you doing?!” He replied, “I have to help this poor girl, they won’t give her a break!” Turns out, it was the other team’s coach or asst. coach.
I remember another time that I was playing my friend, Tommy’s, team. He didn’t know I was the goalie. I’m not even sure that he knew I was on a mixed team. Well, I blocked his shot and he said to his friend, “Man, she’s good.” I yelled, “THANKS TOMMY!” I never knew a guy could turn so many shades of pink till then.
All this said, I’ve decided that I want to start losing the weight not only to look good or to feel good, but so I can play soccer again. I’ll never be good because I didn’t persue it straight through, but I can at least have fun with it and encourage my kids to play sports and stick with it.
Complete Jenny Craig review from a dietitian’s perspective.