Change is good, sort of.

Recently I've gotten rid of some weight. This past month I've dropped 7 pounds. You'd think I'd be elated, but somehow this past week I felt wretched. Why? I couldn't figure it out. Finally after quite a bit of prayer trying to get out of the slumps the answer occurred to me. I don't like the way I look. Not the body shape, I'm very happy with that. But the fact that my clothes don't fit anymore! I had just given away about 4 pair of my favorite pants because they were two sizes too big, and only have one pair of jeans that I don't love the cut of.

So the remedy is to wear the only thing I have that fits and I like, my pencil skirts. I've got a few of them in the smaller sizes, I'm set! Granted, lately the only things I do are stay at home and write and go to the grocery store... but why should we have to look good when seen? Why not just when I'm just at home cleaning?

Now I have to go put on my pencil skirt before I simply read my scriptures.