This past weekend I thoroughly enjoyed a visit with our some of our dearest friends on the planet. As an added bonus, we went to our church home and had a great worship experience with old Friends in Christ. I was so grateful for it all. What a blessing. I repeatedly told people, "This is like recharging my batteries."
But of course... as it WILL often happen... there had to be one shadow over the whole sunny-sky experience. Standing in church, visiting, laughing, hugging with friends, a lovely church-mate comes up to me, leans in close and asks, "When is the baby due?"
I'm confused. "What baby?" I ask.
"Oh, I thought you looked like you are pregnant again."
*crash*
Happy moment gone.
First off, everyone on the planet should know you NEVER ask that question... EVER. No one should EVER approach a woman, no matter how strong one's suspicions about that woman's "condition," and ask THAT question.
But, truly, I'm not offended, though. Really I'm not. Because I know I've gained back all the weight I lost last year. And it's no one's fault but mine. I know exactly what I look like, and why this Precious Person would ask such a question. And really, I should be grateful. It was just the kick in the pants I needed to rejoin Biggest Loser Club On-Line, as opposed to putting it off... again... as is my habit.
I'm not hurt, and I'm not going to get "titchy" over it. I've decided I'm going to USE it. I'm going to laugh about it while I'm on the treadmill or with weights in my hand. I'm going to think about the next time I see this Precious Person, and how she will have NO misconceptions about any budding conception within me (tee-hee).
So, to this Precious Person, thank you. You've given me a true kick in the pants to get restarted.
But seriously, don't ever ask that question again.
Ever.
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