You know that moment reality slaps you upside the face? I had such a moment this week.
Yes, I’m getting heavier. Our bodies are described as temples. If I’m gonna be a temple, I’d might as well be a substantial temple, right?
Past cultures considered ‘weightiness’ to be a sign of prosperity. Why, oh WHY did time have to mess with our perspective? Three or four hundred years ago people would be impressed with my increasing wealth rather than looking down on my expanding waist.
I suppose I could exercise. Several years ago I was walking 4 to 6 miles a day. Then winter came. Cold weather brings out the wimp in me. Maybe if I had an exercise partner. But I’m too shy to start asking around to find one. No one would want to join me anyway. Why bother trying. I’m sure I’d fail. Life is hard. Woe is me….
Don’t even think about bringing up my food issues. Not gonna mess with my chocolate or my potato chips. Where else would I find comfort so satisfyingly sweet and enticingly salty?
Back to that moment when the reality of getting heavier slapped me in the face. Friday I had a full day of appointments. None of them required business attire. I broke out my denim shorts and enjoyed going through the day without wearing cumbersome sweaters, coats, and hats.
Returning home I jumped into dinner preparations. After eating, I bent over to load the dishwasher. (That’s a joke, I don’t have a dishwasher.) What happened next is no joke. Thank God I didn’t bend over before getting home….
Does this mean I’m gettin’ too big for my britches?