The Space Between
Sunday Confession: Earlier this year when I was putting on my favorite blue jeans, I noticed that the fit was a little snug around the waist. Not a problem. I grabbed a backup pair of jeans, but discovered they too were a little tight.
I didn’t want to jump to conclusions with the first pair of jeans, but the tightness with the second pair confirmed my initial thoughts. It was obvious and I couldn’t deny it; the blue jeans had shrunk in the wash. I decided from that point on to wash my jeans only in cold water, no more hot water washes for me.
It was a short time after this that I was standing in the kitchen eating a tuna sandwich. When I bit into the sandwich some of the tuna squirted out the other end, and the rules of gravity took its course. However, before the tuna hit the floor, it first grazed my belly. I wiped the tuna off the floor and off myself, then went into the bathroom to call the mirror a LIAR!
I have never been fat before. Okay, I was “husky” when I was twelve years old, but Mom assured me that it was only “baby fat”. Fortunately I grew several inches at age thirteen, and everything kind of stretched and evened out after that. Since gaining more height at this age is probably out of the question, I decided that I had better start giving the width a little more consideration. Either that or start wearing a bib when I eat.
Fat is very sly. It doesn’t pounce onto the unsuspecting body overnight, instead it gradually and slowly accumulates inch by inch until it’s finally discovered. The fact that it took some time for the weight to be put on is important to remember when trying to take it off.
I’m not my old lean self yet, but I’m getting there. Fortunately I caught the problem in the early stages. I do backslide on occasion with some of my favorite foods, but hey, a person has got to live a little. I’m happy to report the favorite blue jeans fit once again, although I’m still washing them in cold water.