unfit

How did it happen? I came back from Europe in November. I had walked all over London and Paris. The sites and smells so intriguing, I just did not eat or drink that much.

I must have lost ten pounds. I felt and looked great.

At that high, or low, I was fitted for a bridesmaid dress for my assistant's wedding. Now, that is a story in itself that my assistant asked me to be an attendant in her wedding. I am fifty. She is twenty-one. She actually asked me to be her matron-of-honor. I later told her she should have another one of her friends, who she had grown very close to, to take that prestigious position in her wedding nuptials.

Today, I went for the fitting. The boned corset of the halter-necked dress shaped my figure into a beautiful hourglass. I felt rather diva-ish with my cleavage and soft flowing skirt. It was all working, with one exception.

I stood looking at my statuesque figure, breathless, because I could not breathe!! What had happened since November? Sure, there were a few weeks I didn't take my daily two mile walk. And, yes, I have had my share of cookies throughout the holidays. How had that blown my figure up so much that my dress did not allow me to take a full breath?

I have three weeks to catch my breath, lose five to ten pounds and return to my former svelte figure. What do I give up? If I was truly honoring Lent, this would not be a problem. Surely a big H is engraved into my forehead. Not for Hattigrace, but for Hypocrite. I do not fast well. I do not give up wine well.

Is my blown up figure a sign of my blown up self indulgence?

I sent my husband to Walmart for veggies, fruit and lowfat protein. Like it is his fault the dress is too tight. As I am unfit for A's dress, am I that unfit for Him?