That Sucks

Lipo, that is. Last Friday I underwent the last major step in recovering from damage I've done my body with all those years of yo yo dieting and just generally not taking care of myself. Now I'm hobbling around the house wrapped like a sausage from knees to underarms, bruised and battered and looking like someone has bashed me across the legs and below my arms, front and back, with a baseball bat. The shades of mauve and purple and teal I'm sporting aren't my best colors, and wrestlin' with Spanx has reduced me to tears a time or two. But this is another one of those things I know will be worth it.

Since my last blog post we've added two new sons-in-law to our family, two ready-made grandsons, and the excitement of getting ready to add another little granddaughter to the Ogglet count. Maddy, Mamaw can hardly wait to see you and hold you and rock you in the chair that's been my grandmotherly throne since your oldest sister was born in 1995, rocking each of the eleven grands that preceded you.

Just when you think God can't bless you anymore than He already has, He does. Life is good.