Crisis Averted

My sister and I often talk about having minor meltdowns in our closet floors. This is so dumb, we know.  But here's the thing:  when I am getting dressed to go out and every item of clothing I try on tends to enhance my largeness, I get really upset.  I get so upset that I don't want to leave the house.  In fact, I get so upset that all I want to do is eat.  Herein lies the rub: the eating.  The eating is the thing that causes the problem in the first place. 

Last night I could feel the whole process starting.  I should have been excited.  A night out with my husband and no children is a rare occasion.  The whole ordeal of getting ready was taking too long.  He was already dressed and waiting on me and I was standing in my closet with a pile of reject clothes around my feet.  My natural instinct was to fall into my normal routine (i.e. pity party) and not even want to go.

I am so thankful that God is patient with me, even in dumb situations like this.  He gently reminded me that this is a process He is walking me through and we are just getting started.  The results will come but for now, I need to be content right where I am. A wave of peace filled the room and calmed my mind.

I grabbed the only pair of jeans that fit me right now, paired them with a cute black shirt & accessorized the heck out of it. My husband came in the closet, kissed me on the forehead and said, "You look gorgeous."  What a guy.  He also said something to the effect of, "Let's go!  Aren't you ready yet? I'm starving!"

We had a great night that included sushi & good friends, two of my favorite things.  I could still feel that peace when we were sitting at the restaurant and I know that is the reason I was able to stop eating when I was full.  I actually had to get a to-go box for half of my food.  Uncharted territory, folks.

I can't believe I almost missed out on such a great night because of some stupid clothes.  Crisis averted.

Celeste