My junk mail has begun to include some beautiful tropical island resort pictures luring me to relax in an ocean breeze beach paradise. The minute I think of sea breeze and sand I get an image of the ever flowing ripples of cellulite on my thighs. Bathing suit blues is hitting me again. This year I've gained enough weight I can help out the waiters. There's no need to place a snack table by my lounge chair. I've grown my own ice tea ledge around my middle. When I sit down I can house a book and glass right in front of me for ultimate convenience.
Well my friend Laura sent me this little wonder this week:
I grabbed my weight scale and tried this out immediately. It has helped me achieve one of my 2009 goals:
lower the weight number on the scale. But somebody has to come by here and help me get these darn scales off my feet. Please help me get up off the floor. All the blood has left my feet and legs and I'm a mess!!!
Delight in the Lord and Live in His Joy!!! Astonish the world how alive you are in the winter of 09!!!
