It is now time for my annual “Fret About the Belly” resolutions. When I was first married, I considered it a romantic gesture to sacrifice my vanity and keep pace with my EC’s preganancy weight gain. Unfortunately, she was able to drop hers in adorable, vernix-slathered, 9lb chunks. ( Yes, 9 pounds – a real woman)
Now, I find my appetite telling me “Time to eat”, and my vanity telling me “don’t you dare!”
So the perpetual choice is this: Strip the enjoyment out of life, or just wait it out and let the resurrection take care of it.
I plan on looking awesome after being resurrected. Probably a 24 year-old version of me. I am going to put in a request for a 22 year-old version of my EC (yum) Should be fun to watch the reactions of the good sisters who find that their “enhancements” didn’t quite make the leap.