Fat Suckers & Getting Old

I had a momentous occasion occur in my life this weekend...I bought my first fat sucker.

Some call them body shapers.  Some call them spandex.  I will choose to call it a fat sucker, because that's what they do.  Hubs was in a wedding this weekend, and as he was getting pants that fit from the tux place, I was doing my hair and trying on a dress that I had bought last year to make sure it still fit.

That's when reality hit.  The love handles spoke loudly.  They yelled at me for too many trips to Jackie's candy drawer at work and too few crunches.  And they told me to go to Kohls and buy a fat sucker.  So I went.  Being yelled at by my love handles made me pretty depressed, so I bought myself a new necklace and earrings to go with my dress.  This whole process made us late, but I at least looked hot.

It was simply a not-so-gentle reminder that I'm getting older.  Though only in my mid-twenties, I'm realizing that the aging process is beginning.

And you know what?  Besides needing to spend money on fat suckers, it isn't all that bad.

I don't know if I would change the perspective I've gained for the body I had when I was 15.  I've been able to build beautiful relationships, experience grace, give and receive true love and take part in communities of faith that have changed me.

I'll take a fat sucker if I can have had all that.