Friday, May 13, 2016

Growth of a Different Kind

I'm very excited to again this week to join a talented group of women bloggers in an online, unedited flash mob free write. This week, the word-prompt given to us by our fearless leader Kate Motaung (whose wonderful blog can be found at is "grow". My timer is set for 5 minutes; ready, set 

Shhh . . . don't tell Kate or the rest of the Five Minute Friday ladies (they are all ladies, aren't they?), but I'm cheating this week.

When I first saw this week's prompt, my first thought was "uh-oh". Growth is not something I give much thought to. Determined to write, though, I set my timer and wrote a lovely (if I may say so myself) post about the beautiful flowers that greet my eye when I look out any window of my current home.

But truth be told, the post didn't feel authentic. It felt forced, fake. I deleted it. Every single word.

Instead, here's the unvarnished truth about my gut response to the prompt "growth".

I know, it's late Spring, so for most people "growth" conjures up thoughts of Spring flowers -- daffodils and lilies -- and new life and babies and a myriad of cute and wonderful things.

But I'm at a point in my life where "growth" can be an ugly thing. A very ugly thing.

Take, for example, my thighs. (Yes, I was very tempted to channel Henny Youngman, but I resisted -- you younger folks can google his name and "take my" to see what I'm referring to)  Back to my thighs.

Early last week, I slipped on a pair of slim capris that I hadn't worn since last August or early September. I was shocked to see that my thighs had, without my knowledge, experienced some growth in the last 8 months. I'm not shocked because it happened -- my 16-hour a week commute this past semester has resulted in my being far more sedentary than usual -- but I'm surprised that I hadn't noticed before now.

Other than shorts and capris, I wear the same type of clothing in the Fall and Winter as I do in the Spring and Summer -- skirts, pants, an occasional dress -- and I get dressed and undressed at least twice a day. How could my thighs have grown without my being aware of it?

I thought perhaps that particular pair of capris had shrunk the last time I washed them, so I tried on another pair. Hmmm . . . and then I tried on a pair of shorts. Oh my! Well, no need to slip into -- or force myself into -- one of my swimsuits. It's not the capris. My thighs have experienced growth. Unwelcome, unwanted growth.

And here's another thing. Just the other day I was sitting in my car at an intersection, patiently (okay, not really so patiently) for the light to change. I slid open the covering to my sun roof and my front seat was bathed in gorgeous bright sunshine.

Just then, I looked at my face in my rear view mirror and gasped. Not only have the wrinkles I already had grown in length and depth, more than a few have joined them! When in the world did that happen?

And while I'm laying it all out here for anyone to read, I'll confess that when I was gently massaging my just-purchased coconut oil (supposedly *the* best thing for those nasty wrinkles) on my face, I felt something on my chin that I'd never felt before.

Oh my goodness! I can't. I thought I could, but it's too ghastly to share.

I'm thinking I shouldn't have deleted that cute little post about Spring and flowers and babies.








  1. i am right there with you! and please, take mine too! i just picked up eight pairs of free (yes really!) jeans, and cannot fit into any of them! i'm mortified!!! a winter that lasted six months (and believe it or not, it is snowing AGAIN) i've already downloaded an exercise plan that begins on monday! no excuses! want to be an accountability buddy?

  2. Oh my goodness gracious, Patti! I don't know if this post makes me feel better or worse this morning! Usually we ladies can commiserate with one another about thighs and wrinkles, right? But right now I think I'd rather remain in a state of denial! -- At least until about noon today when I have to put on an outfit to attend a wedding (I haven't worn the slacks in a while). I'm in such denial that...if the slacks don't fit...I don't have a Plan B! And wrinkles...and the grey hair that's popping out! -- So I find myself thinking this morning of a couple things. 1) When my girls were younger and people would comment on how pretty they are, I would tell my girls "Pretty girls come a dime a dozen; it's what's in the heart that sets you apart." When they were younger, I wanted them understand where true beauty comes from. So maybe for us, as the years cling to us like parasites (ha!), we need to focus on being beautiful on the inside. 2) But for that part of me that is influenced by society's standard of beauty, I have to think of this: He has made everything beautiful in its time. (Ecc. 3:11). This is my loose interpretation in the context of your post...but I like the "in its time." My time isn't 20 or 30 anymore...and it's just barely still in the 40s. So "in my time" my thighs are going to be thicker, my hair is turning grey, and oh...the lines the have appeared! (I avoid mirrors!) But this verse tells us God is still making us beautiful! :-) So here's my thought...I can do one of two things...get out and enjoy the sunshine each day and walk...or go on a Kohl's shopping spree with a 30% off coupon! -- Thanks for sharing this! I think I do feel better...well, at least until noon when I try to fit into those slacks! :-)

  3. OMG I really laughed reading your post about "growth". I have gone through the exact same thing, including growth of my entire body, including my booty and stomach - and breasts! When I was young I had small breasts and always wanted generous ones but was against surgery. So I augmented with padded bras and clothing. Well now I am a DD and I hate it. They get in the way when I am sleeping and I now have new problems like sweating underneath them that I never experienced before. Yuk! I am currently trying to eat better and reduce things all over. Thanks for the laugh!

  4. I'm glad you enjoyed the post, Lana. Padded bras are a way of life for me; mine aren't very padded, but I still wondered, after I got married, just how disappointed my husband was to find out what was under my clothes. I'm a smart gal, though . . . I never asked! :)

  5. Karen, thank you for responding -- what wonderful words of wisdom. I hope you were able to slip smoothly into those pants for the wedding. How did it go? And as for that Kohls coupon -- I'm sitting on the bench right next to you!

  6. It was snowing on May 14? Wow! Wherever you live, I will only visit in July. :) Congratulations on the free jeans. That little booklet I mentioned in my post (30 Days to Thin Thighs) is fantastic -- if you can find it (it's out of print, I believe). The exercises take only minutes a day (not counting the walking portion), and it seems to be working. If it IS out of print, let me know if you want me to copy and send you the pages of exercises and the chart in the back that shows the 30 day plan.