Hello to my reading public. I know all two of you have missed me dearly, as I have not posted since January. I'm learning about humility right now in my Bible study time, so I shall not go on and on about how sad it must have made you to not be part of the intricate details of my life.
You haven't missed much, really. Just a lot of chaos, stress and uncertainty, but hey, let's not dwell on those things. Let's dwell on something else, something a little more depressing - The African Pants.
Yesterday I was standing at my dresser putting on makeup when I glanced up and to the right to see some pants folded on a shelf in top of my closet. I had forgotten about these pants until this moment in time, sadly. When John went to Africa he, strangely enough, came home with an entire new outfit for me. I'm still amazed by it, seeing as how most men wouldn't shop for an outfit for their wives while in another country without their wives, and having no idea what size their wife is. But, I digress. So, he came home with this outfit and as soon as he pulled it out of the bag I was anxious. John gets his feelings hurt when he buys you a present and you don't like it/it doesn't work/it doesn't fit. I knew as soon as I saw it that there was no way John could have known what size I was, so I knew I was set up for failure. And, you guessed it, the pants were too tight. Like, "I can't get the zipper to come together" tight. But, hey, that was okay. I had every intention to lose weight for other reasons anyway (at the time my cholesterol was WAY in the dangerous range) so it would just be one more motivator.
Fast forward to yesterday. I saw the pants. It hit me.......that was exactly a year ago. The students left for Africa again this week. I have not lost an ounce since he gave me those dang pants a whole stinkin year ago. There are 15 extra pounds attached to my stomach/thighs/buttocks (and other areas further north) that I have been intending to lose since Jack was born. I call it baby weight, but come on. JACK IS TWO. I cannot legititmately call it baby weight when that baby can talk in full sentences, feed himself and tell you his ABC's. It is officially....drum roll please......JUST WEIGHT. So, here we go again.
I told you in my last post that I had started walking in the mornings, and I had. Then I got walking pneumonia and was horribly sick for weeks. That wonderful habit got put aside for a month and then it never started again. I will make no resolutions in this blog, this is not a post to say "look what I'm going to do to change my life", it's basically just complaining about how lazy I am. I guarantee I have wasted countless hours over the past year frustrated with myself over weight issues, and for what reason? I have done nothing about it. I'm going to be 33 in a few months and I don't want 33 to be like 32 was. In SO many ways. I don't know what I'm going to do about it though. I'm tired to making resolutions that I don't stick to. So, stay posted. Maybe I'll actually do something about it this time.
Maybe.
