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.
Ah, the resurrection and the perfect age. Sis, Hinckley said that, for her, resurrection would be at 50! If a prophet’s wife has any say, it looks like you’ve arrived!!