I woke up yesterday and my hair was too long. It looked just fine two days ago; in fact three days ago I thought it looked just perfect. Now it has no style and I have to get it cut. How does that happen?
Like an adolescent who goes to bed and wakes up 2 inches taller, I must be growing in my sleep. Unfortunately my growth is not horizontal, but vertical. Today, my underwear didn't fit. Odd, I know, but true. Of course, being raised to think that suffering can be an enhancement to life, I left them on. I reasoned that the tight band around my mid-section might lead me away from overindulging or even indulging. I must have a high pain tolerance.
I wish I could blame sleep eating. A cousin to sleep walking, sleep eating isn't as openly discussed as it's better known relative. I never find crumbs in my bed or half-eaten sweets on the kitchen counter in the morning. My problem is simply, eating. I do it too often with too much gusto.
Since the calendar still reads January, I promise henceforth to pay attention to how much I eat. I promise to eat healthy food in moderate portions. Maybe by June I will have shed a few pounds and then my undergarments will slide right into place.
Isn't June the month for white sales? Or is that May?
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