Aftermath

 

 

I don’t like math. I don’t really like anything having to do with numbers.

Maybe my dislike for the subject has something to do with the Post Vacation Equation.

 

5 days in Charleston + 4 days in Myrtle Beach x 3 meals a day – the cupcake I walked 12 blocks for  = roughly 5 lbs.

 

Judging by the aftermath, the vacation has taken a toll on my waistline. Was it worth it? You bet! It was a wonderful vacation. If I had the chance to give back the lobster mac and cheese, fried green tomatoes and beautifully frosted chocolate cupcake eaten at a little pink table under a chandelier, I wouldn’t.

I found myself contemplating numbers again while being measured in a room full of people. I’m one of four adults cast in my community theater’s production of Grease. That means that because I knew I was going to be facing a measuring tape in front of a group of mostly teenagers, I went to the gym, avoided cards, and lost two pounds only to learn my measurements hadn’t budged.

So what numbers really matter? Not the size of my clothes. I currently have four different sizes in my closet that all fit, and if I don’t like what the tag says, I remove it. I don’t know why I bother stepping on the scale. If the pants zip, all is well. What about age? I’m going to be 40 this year and I don’t have a problem with that, either, because getting older means I’m not dead.

So What does matter? How I feel is what matters and is most important.

Life is too short to be a size zero.

 

Leanne is a wife, mother, and still on the fence about the Becoming a Blogger thing. Her work has also appeared on Huff Post Parents.