It tells a story. And I don’t like the story.
I broke a nail the other day and started digging through my purse for an emery board. I didn’t have one. I had a big old clunky purse that functions about as well as a grocery bag. Everything goes to the bottom and winds up in a big pile of junk. I decided it was time to throw it out and start using another purse.
As I sorted and organized, I came to some unsettling conclusions. A woman’s purse tells who we are. And I don’t like who I am right now. Here’s what my purse would have contained just a few short years ago:
a small makeup bag for touchups
emery boards, a nail block and polish
assorted hair items (clips, barrettes, brush…depending on the length and style)
a cell phone for emergencies
Here’s what my purse contains now:
Aleve (for arthritis)
pads (for controlling leaks)
three pair of reading glasses from the “Everything’s a Dollar” store
coffee stir sticks (I collect them and chew when I want a cigarette)
a cell phone (which I still think of as an emergency device)
One of those plastic ring things to hold up my bra straps
a package of safety pins
At least 15 cards (My kroger card, my Rite Aide card, my Speedway card, etc…)
Blood Pressure meds, cholesterol meds, hormone meds, and Chantix
So I ask you…when did this happen? When did my purse stop being a girl thing and turn into a medicine bag? I really don’t like the implications. Sigh….
Another thing I don’t like…doing a half-ass job of losing weight. Yeah, I’ve lost some. I’m down to 199.5 and I’m really relieved to be back in the onesies because I don’t ever want to cross that 200 line again. Still, I’m not doing everything I need to do and I know it. I’ve taken two weeks to lose a couple of pounds and I should have done that in a week.
It’s because I’m not exercising. I’m procrastinating. I know I have to exercise and, the strange thing is, I like exercising. It’s just that it’s difficult to make the committment. Difficult to dedicate the time to it. I’d rather watch TV or play on the computer.
Today is different. I’m going to get my workout room cleaned up and will not go to bed tonight until I have my room ready to go and have worked out.
That’s my commitment for today.