At this writing, I am sweating my 35th birthday. It is looming. Taunting me. How in the world did this happen? Why am I not going into this season of my life, confident and self-assured? Why am I still worrying about how I look?
The time has come to change all that. Finally.
I'm the mother of 4 children, ages 2 to 7. And I come from a line of people who have given much thought to The Scale.
|Happy 23rd birthday to me!|
|Brian and me, January 2002|
I was thinking about it long before I should have been. Before it was really required. I thought I was fat way before I really was. I may have had some help in that area. You know. People hinting that if I took off a few pounds, I'd look really good.
Pregnancies on top of pregnancies don't help. I think I must be the only person who gains weight after they have a baby.
But things, they are a-changin'. I'm 2 weeks in and doing really well. I don't feel one shred of desire to quit. I don't feel deprived. It definitely helps that we're not eating out, and haven't since October. Our excessive economy-stimulating may have contributed to the weight gain. It's possible....
I am committed. My Auntie Jo says that I work things to completion. My daddy says I'm like a dog with a bone. It all means the same thing. It means you're gonna have to stick around so you can watch me shrink.
|Me, November 2010 (Doesn't my hair look great?)|