Remember all those size issues I have? Well, it turns out that at some point over the past two years, the voice of reality came through loud and clear. All those wonderful summer pajamas, those comfy sizes 26, 28, 30, 32, that just hung on my new size 16-18 or so body have disappeared.
Iíve been hunting them for the past two weeks, in all the little hidey-holes: laundry room, closets, bins, backs of drawers, suitcases. In short, Iíve torn the house apart, looking for the Ďold faithfuls.í
It finally dawned on me. During one of those periods when I was actually conscious of my size, I must have donated them to charity or tossed them out.
So, why the hunt? Why am I not content with the summer pajamas that fit? True confessions Ė that voice of sanity isnít operating these days.
I KNOW Iíve gained a few pounds. Still not chased out of my pants or shirts, but theyíre all a wee bit snugger and itís way past time to knuckle down with what I know has to happen.
But is that enough of a reason to be so afraid of wearing last yearís pajamas? That non-reality voice in my head says that it is! I just KNOW Iím going to be miserable in them.
As last summerís clothes have been unpacked and worn again, Iíve been pleasantly surprised. OK. let me be honest. ďpleasantly surprisedĒ is an understatement. Itís been a thrill, and I feel as if Iíve dodged a major bullet here.
So, the voice of reality is telling me that these pajamas may or may not fit. I may or may not have to go buy new ones. But the real message from THE VOICE is that I have to be more careful. I cannot Ė absolutely cannot Ė live with the constant fear of having outgrown everything.
Reality isn’t a bad thing. Honest. But the Land of Denial, although a lovely vacation spot, is not a place to live, especially if the goal is a happy, healthy life.