Sometimes I blog for fun. Sometimes for posterity. Sometimes for testimony building and expression. Today I’m blogging for therapy.
1. I like going to Zumba class because I love Latin music, and even though I’m really uncoordinated, I know it’s good exercise. However, I HATE the stupid huge mirrors on the walls. Are they really necessary? Really? That’s all I want to say about that.
2. The last six months of my life have been a little bit stressful– job hunting, huge decisions, house-selling, house hunting, 3 cross-country road trips, new schools, new everything. Somehow the whole process helped me put on a fair amount of pounds, and I’ve been acutely aware of that for the last few weeks. Now, normally I don’t pay much attention to vacuous things like weight, but when your pants get tighter and tighter and you keep seeing those blasted mirrors in Zumba class, well, you just don’t feel as Pollyanna about it as maybe you should. It is under this current mindset that I received an invitation to an event this weekend where my ex-boyfriend will be present because he’s in town for a book signing. Gah. For those of you who have read my love story before, this is THE ex-boyfriend. I really wish they made over-the-counter Xanax.
3. I went to Parent-Teacher Conference last night at Clark’s school. As I pulled into the parking lot and was about to turn into the space, I was cut off by a zippy little car coming the wrong direction. She slipped right into the parking spot, jumped out, and bounced her way into the school. She was a skinny, young thing with a bedazzled cap atop her two-toned hair, faux-tattoo shirt and glitter-butt jeans. Inside the gym, there were several young moms* who were obviously having a contest amongst themselves, trying to look like their favorite Hollywood harlot starlet. I might have had un-Christian thoughts.
(*not all of them, of course. Some looked like normal human beings and were probably nice and all.)
4. In the little packet Clark’s teacher showed me, he had written a sentence that said, “One important thing about me is that I have a family.” Now, that is kind of sweet and all, but check out the picture he drew. His teacher read the sentence out loud to me, and I couldn’t keep myself from adding “… a fat, naked family.” She laughed out loud. Refer back to numbers 1, 2, and 3, and you may understand how I felt about this.
5. Finally, I did that video blog post yesterday, after which a long time passed before I received any comments. Normally, I would shrug that off and not worry about it, but after the kind of day I was having, I was convinced I must have looked like a total buffoon and I should probably stick to faceless blog posts.
I’m really not as pathetic as this all sounds. Natalie made up a song in the car that went something like this: “I love everything. I love my fish. I love that I exist.” It made me smile. I talked to my good friend Shantel on the phone and she said helpful things. And I tried to dedicate a lot of brain power to thinking of things that I knew would make me feel better, like recognizing that those discouraging thoughts do not come from Heavenly Father. Melanie J said really nice things about me on her blog, so she was kind of like a little angel I needed. I thought of this post by Wonder Woman. And I thought about what President Uctdorf said in conference about being kinder to ourselves. Then I found this quote:
We see our own faults, we speak—or at least think—critically of ourselves, and before long that is how we see everyone and everything. No sunshine, no roses, no promise of hope or happiness. Before long we and everybody around us are miserable. . . .
“And grieve not the holy Spirit of God. …
“Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, and evil speaking, be put away from you. …
“And be ye kind one to another [yourself included], tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.”9 ~Elder Jeffrey R. Holland
And (deep breath) I’m fine. But since I don’t believe in plastic surgery, I might not make it to that little event with you-know-who this weekend. Just sayin’.