I was in the salon a few weeks ago, and my hair gal had just put the cape on me, then disappeared (as they all do) to mix up her magical hair potion (highlights). As I looked into the mirror, I had one of those “Barbara Walters Moments.” You know, when she asks a guest, “If you were a tree…what kind of tree, etc.?” I thought to myself:
If you were a playing card, you’d be the five of clubs.
Follow my logic on this one. I have a cape covering my entire seated body. I see two lumpy things on top (the girls), two lumpy things on bottom (knees) and one lumpy thing in the middle (belly). A five of lumps…er, clubs.
I think it was in that moment that I actually decided enough was enough. Mind you, I’d decided enough was enough many, many times - but that day was different somehow.
If you’re a five of lumps like me, you are invited to join me on a journey I’ve not yet taken in life - at least, not seriously. I don’t plan on getting surgery (too scary), going on NutriSystem (too poor) or auditioning for The Biggest Loser (are you kidding me?). We’re going to do this old school, with lots of hard work and sacrifices. Sounds fun, huh? :-) Well, you know what they say - if it were easy, everyone would be doing it!
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