I really want a chocolate chip cookie, but I am not going to eat one. Considering the posterior aspect of my body could qualify for it's own zip code, I'm going to do my best to show some self-restraint. But it ain't easy. I want all the people in the world who have fat genes to raise their hands in the air like the just don't care and say, "Woo-hoo"!
Maintaining a BMI greater than 25 takes a considerable amount of effort. While at work today I learned some new factual information. The term 'morbid obesity' is no longer en vogue. The more politically correct classifications of obesity 1, 2 and 3 have been adopted. The higher the number, the bigger you are. For example a BMI greater than or equal to 40 is obesity 30. It seems to me that those numbers correspond quite nicely to the sizing system at Chico's, the clothing store for generous sized women.
I played with my kids tonite and for that I feel like I should earn a gold star. I was god-awful tired after working all day and all I really wanted to do was watch crappy tv and send them to bed. But summertime rules prevailed and they knew that I would never be able to get them into bed before 10pm. So we sat at the kitchen table and played several rounds of Uno. Not so suprisingly, I had a lot of fun with them. Aside from the fact that I am shamefully competitive, even with my own children, we all had a good time. Every once in a while I'll catch a glimpse of my kids and I'll remember that they aren't going to always sit with me to play card games. When that happens, when I realize that they aren't always going to be little and adorable I try to breathe in the moment and capture it for what it's worth. The dirty fingernails, the goldfish crumbs, the hysterical giggles (potty jokes), the endless questions, the improperly played games-before I know it these days will be a precious memory. So for now, I let the things that dont' reallly matter wait while I enjoy my 3 gifts.
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