About Georgia

January 14, 2012

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?)