This past semester was, outside of my first year, was just really really difficult. I am still working through the details of that. But mostly it just seems like a major transition period where the transition is never quite over. I am over at She Loves today, talking about what it feels like when your pants and your life don’t fit.
I was asking God to help me lose weight. Instead He made me buy bigger pants.
You see, I had been praying to God that my pants would fit. Not those words exactly, but for sure I had been praying all around that topic. God give me more discipline, more will power, help me to resist the cookie, give me good rest, help me to wake up early to run. God, PLEASE let the number on the scale be smaller than it was yesterday.
I really needed my pants to fit. They weren’t not buttoning or indecently tight, but they were making me uncomfortable, these size eight pants of mine. I had to suck in to button up. I had marks on myself at the end of the day. My pants just plain didn’t feel good, and y’all, I want my pants to feel good. Because my pants weren’t just making my skin feel bad, they were making me feel bad.