One Bra Woman

We've all known these heroes. They're our grandmothers, our moms, ours aunts and our sisters. My mom was one of them. The few, the proud, the one bra women.

Regardless of whether you're female or not, if you understand anything about laundry logistics, you can appreciate the difficulties of having only one bra.

I grew up watching my mom dote on my father and me, never thinking for a minute about herself, not for a minute, did she think, 'hm, perhaps a second bra would be nice'.

I've never been the type myself. I rather enjoy having a variety of bras. But yesterday, I woke up, I put on the same pink bra that I wore the day before and the day before that. And somewhere, somehow, it hit me. Motherhood [and marriage] got me good. I've doted long enough that I can now count myself among those amazing and honorable women.

I am a one bra woman.

This has nothing to do with weight loss, but I thought it would be fun to share. And I didn't have the guts to put it in my more popular blog.

So there.

I weighed in at 153. Considering that's almost a 2lb drop in one day, I feel pretty good. But, as we all know, the scale is a wiley one. We'll see what it says tomorrow.

I have a lot of temptation tonight. I made cookies for a meeting [that no one has shown up to] and yummy cheesy tuna casserole. I haven't surpassed my limit, but I'm about at it. I pray that I won't give in to temptation. I'm trying to learn this foreign new lifestyle of not eating/having/doing whatever I want. Praise Jesus.

And it's difficult.