Just a number, right? Yeah, well it is until you are small enough to fit into pants boasting it. Did you ever think you'd encounter a woman who'd complain about being a size four? Well, you've just met her. She's me.
I knew I was losing weight, but I also know how much I've lost...according to the bathroom scale. I'm beginning to question it's accuracy for this morning I mistakenly pulled out the smallest jeans I own and had no problem slipping into them. By my, and the scale's, calculations I should not be small enough to fit into a size four. And yet I do. So says the jeans that are currently hugging my legs. Pretty much every other pair of pants I own requires a belt these days. An odd issue to face.
I'm headed downtown to a doctor appointment...if I thought he'd care I might mention to him the fact that I'm mildly concerned that in September I was a size ten. But I'm pretty sure he's only going to shake his head, look confused for a minute or three, take my $300 (indirectly of course), and tell me he'd like to see me in six months. I really hope this flare decides to be over soon.
Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.
My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.
Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"
No comments:
Post a Comment