Open for Breakfast

When I was in middle school, I started gaining weight.  I was already over weight, but the pounds were coming on at an even faster rate than before.  My older sister had also been overweight and showing no signs of dropping pounds.  And, it apparently was beginning to disturb my parents. 

It was summer time.  A great time for sleeping in and relaxing until....

One morning at about 6 am, my dad came into my sister and my room (we shared a room).  He said, "Get up.  Get your shoes one. Lets go!"  I remember being very sleepy and disoriented when we finally got into his car.  We had no idea where we were going.  He drove us to my middle school (which was about 1 mile or 2 from my house).  He pulled in the lot and stopped.  Then he said, "Get out.  Now walk home." 

Ok.  This may sound harsh.  Remember this is coming from the perspective of a 14 year old.  I have no idea what really happened.  That's just all I remember. 

Anyway, it was hot and we weren't happy.  We didn't want to exercise.  It was 6 am and it was summer!!  And, gosh it was hot that morning.  But, we did it.  We walked home and got our exercise in.

The next morning we did it again.  I was still disoriented and sleepy.  And, it was hot again.  But, this time my sister (who was much smarter and more devious than I) was prepared.  About half way home there was a Wendy's restaurant with a big sign reading "Open for Breakfast".  When we approached it, she motioned to me to go in.  With a devilish smile she said, "Want breakfast?"  And, she held up some cash.  She really was a genius.

So, that's how we spent our summer.  Woken up by my dad each morning and dumped for exercise.  Then, stopping at Wendy's for their new breakfast menu.  I guess my parents didn't understand why the pounds weren't going away.  In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if we gained a few pounds that summer.  I mean who would have anticipated Wendy's would be open for breakfast? :)