Lots to lose
So here we are at week three of Lent which is actually only supposed to be 40 days but from Ash Wednesday to Easter it is actually 46 days. I think the extra days are there so you can go off Lent on Fridays or some such thing like that but I’ve only fallen off once and that was to eat a piece of my son’s first year birthday cake.
I’ve lost four pounds and an inch in my bust, waist and hips. Not bad if you consider that all I did was give up drinking and sweets. And it’s not as if I am a sweet eater to begin with but during the holidays and Mardi Gras there seemed to be an inordinate of occasions to eat a sweet.
I thought about it this morning how I gained eight happy pounds the first year T and I got together and then I gained eight sad pounds while mom was in the hospital. 16 pounds and what do you get – almost two dress sizes higher is what. I envy those people who lose weight when big things happen to them, not me, I was a fat bride three times, I gained weight after my father died, and while my mom was in the hospital – it’s like I’m suiting up, putting on my armor to deal with the battle.
Well now I want to rest by the bayou banks lounging in a pair of shorts that I can actually fit in instead of the stretch pants that have become my wardrobe staple over the past year. 12 pounds to go. Woo hoo!