by Maxine Davis
Geez, I just finished the leftover Halloween candy corn. Okay, so I hid it, and now I’m forced to eat it so no one will know I hid it. Whatever! And now we are getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner. It’s that time of year, my friends, and “stuffing” takes on another meaning, other than just a side dish for turkey. Food! What’s a girl to do?
To make matters worse, it is also the time of year when everyone wants to lose a few pounds for that special Christmas Dress or the New Year’s sparkle-and-shine outfit. Well, my need to be a few pounds thinner came last month. I attended a wedding—fancy wedding. It was at the Grove Park Inn in Asheville,NC, on a balcony, late afternoon, cool weather and fall colors everywhere. Simply gorgeous! And my dress of choice? Well, I couldn’t decide, so I boughttwo. They were almost identical except one was long and the other was street-length. I tried on both several times. I loved the long one, and my dh said I looked fantastic in it (yep, that made up my mind.) However, every time I tried on the long one, I walked gently and breathed very slowly. If I had taken a deep breath, I was afraid the seams would burst. The short one had much more of that wonderful invention called spandex, but I had not made up my mind.
With the dress of choice hanging in my closet, I pushed back from the dinner table at every meal. I was on a mission to squeeze into that long dress. After all, they were having dinner after the wedding, and the bride is supposed to always be the focus of attention, not the lady sitting there, turning blue from the waist up.
Hard to do? Oh, yes. But I kept my eye on the goal – me in the dress of choice. Did I mention it was a size smaller than I normally buy? What can I say? I saw it, loved it, and it was the only one. And then it was mine, and it was too small. I had it hemmed, and that meant there was no turning back! My stomach growled, and my trainer marveled at my willingness to really sweat.
Having a tiny bit of common sense remaining, I took both dresses, just in case. I knew I had lost weight. I had a hint when I grew lightheaded around the smell of food.
Then there was the evening of the wedding. Showered, makeup in place, and smelling lightly of perfume, I slowly pulled the dress over my head, inhaled as deeply as I could, and said in my determined, no-nonsense tone, “Zip me up.” Zi-i-i-ip. Not even a tug! Room to spare. Yay!
I wish I could say I kept the fourteen pounds off. I have kept ten off and am now slo-o-wly going back down. I’ll never be svelte. I accept that. But it feels good to accomplish one goal and aim for another. And now I’m off to eat an apple. Sure, cookies would taste better, but coming up I have Christmas and New Year’s Eve for sparkling and shining. After that? Well, I’ll deal with those pesky resolutions when the time comes.