I went shopping today. Alone. For hours. That hasn't happened in a long time. The closest thing to it was about a year ago when I went with Jamie, Beth and Kelly to Portland. Good times.
I got thinking about blogging while I was trying on clothes at Ross. Standing inches away from the mirror, under florescent lights, viewing myself in all my glory. Not so good times. And I thought to myself 'Self, this would make a great post'. Now I remember why I NEVER EVER try things on at the store. I would rather bring it back than subject myself to that kind of...I don't even know...ugliness. Pasty whiteness that should never be seen in that light or up that close.
I remember when I was in high school there was a coined phrase 'A Perfect Size 10'. It was used by my mother's generation. I was still using odd numbered sizes at that time and a quarter of a 10 at that. Here I am, two decades later, and I am a size 10. Sometime an 8 even if it is a generous label. It doesn't feel so perfect. It feels a little soft in the middle. So what happened?
Hmmm....I think life. One husband. 5 kids. Ministry. And a lazy behind. And you know what, I think I am OK with that. Sure, I would like to be thinner, more toned, and less grey. But it is what it is.