Hamburger vs. Pants
I know it’s been a while. It has been a rough few months with the loss of one of our dogs. Using food, Kleenex and memories to sustain me… I can honestly say that I fell off the health wagon, bounced several times, rolled down a hill, hit my head on a hamburger and went unconscious with the burger in my mouth.
Now awake and climbing back on the wagon I had to face reality this weekend. I have now gained all but 9 pounds back of the almost forty I lost last year. oomph… that was a hard fall. It’s funny though, just when I start asking for help or seeking answers things happen that get me thinking and moving.
I start receiving signs. Sometimes I see them better than others, but they always seem to crop up even if in hindsight. My signs never seem to be a crystal clear red arrow pointing me in the right direction. However, I have to say that this past weekend I got one that was pretty much just that.
The hubby and I were sitting in the office determining what our day would look like and of course discussing our lunch plans. We had decided on either salads or ChuBurger….hmmmm, can you guess what we decided on? So with the glow of our soon to come Bro-Guesa Combos from our new favorite burger heaven I felt a little movement at the inseam of the jeans I was wearing. I didn’t think too much of it. Then I felt a sudden give in my pants. Part of me wanted to look immediately. The other part of me wanted to wait until my loving husband wasn’t in the room, plus if I moved I was afraid my pants might explode. Nevertheless, I had to verify what had just happened. I looked down and there it was… my pants had busted open. Literally.
You know those moments in life when reality really sets in… like really, really, really sets in… this was that moment. That moment when I realize that I am doing this to myself. That moment when I realize I can change. That moment when I realize I was working so hard last year and while it was a slow journey I was moving in the right direction. That moment when I realize busting out of my pants should be the signal for putting stretchy pants on and going for a walk, not going to get a hamburger!
With enlightenment anew I am back on my journey.