Reaching 50 and not recognizing the packaging

I had an outer body experience on a recent trip to Hawaii. While meandering through a rummage sale, a tarot card reader clad in and African queen-like caftan urged me to have a seat. I tried to run twice. Initially I walked away hoping she would not pursue- wrong. Next I offered the chair to an interested passerby but my African queen urged me to stay. At this point I had a sense I was being guided.

I have had readings before but there was a different energy in this one. Told to pick up 12 cards from a face down go-fish array, I had a sense of the order my fish belonged in. The reading began with, according to my guide, the card with great energy. This card represented an energy that if directed correctly would enable reaching one's goal. A look of surprise then covered my reader's smiling face. Again the next 3 cards in the pile I stacked reinforced the first card and it went on from there.

At one point halfway through, the tarot reader asked what I was planning to devote my energy towards. Struggling with weight my answer. The tarot cards were guiding me to use my gathered wisdom and this energy to make a decision and finally conquer this issue. One card showed a woman sitting by a lake with two cups in her hand. Apparently the interpretation-I was dabbling but not following through on something.

Extending to me her card, so sure I would use this energy to achieve my goal, I was to email her my results. I left the table light headed, letting her interpretation settle in my mind, when I had an epiphany.

Over the last 12-14 years I can't remember how many times daily I thought about my girth without some shame or embarrassment. That day though, while sipping a fresh squeezed orange juice I had this thought ... What if I looked at this differently? What if the 20 year old me woke up to find herself inside the 50 year old me's body? What if the inner 20 year old me said " I have to get this body where it needs to be" without placing blame or shame on the larger me. Voila my outer body experience. Over the course of that day I consciously and unconsciously set a date to start the shape up full throttle. November 1st and thus The Climb began