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A Mother's
Perspective on a Balanced Universe
Call me crazy, but
after being a stay at home mom for eight years, I have
come to realize that the universe must maintain a certain
balance. This is not a well-documented theory, but hear me
out and tell me if I’m wrong.
A while back I found myself wandering
around the house at 7:30 a.m. in shock. The beds were
made, dishes done, a load of laundry was going, and I was
spot washing my walls. Being that I am notorious for not
being a morning person and typically a rather relaxed
housekeeper, I knew something was amiss.
When the phone rang at 10 o’clock, I was
relieved to have a distraction. It was my friend Anita
Freke, (she makes Martha Stewart look like a slacker). She
told me she had slept in and that her house was a pigsty.
“There you have it,” I thought to
myself, “There can only be so much dirt and dust in the
universe”. Seeing as she was now using my standard dirt
allowance, I had to clean up my house. Otherwise, the
universe would be off kilter.
Whew, for a minute there I thought I was
turning into my mother-in-law! <continued below>
The same is true with weight gain. It is
a known fact that “yoyo” dieting is the norm. People lose
weight and then end up putting it on again. What science
has not yet admitted to, is that it is not the dieter’s
fault. The fault lies with the dieter’s friends and
relatives. Eventually one of the dieter’s friends will see
how great her pal looks and decide to embark on a weight
loss plan herself. Soon she is losing weight.
But where does all that weight go? It
has to go somewhere, right? Before you know it, the dieter
who was the inspiration for her friend’s weight loss is
having trouble doing up her jeans again. Then the
following week in church, as she clapped her hands, she
noticed that the flesh falling from her triceps was
keeping the beat of the music better than her foot. What
happened? A ha! Not so crazy am I? It’s all about the
universe maintaining a balance.
Can you see the pattern in your life? So
there, there dear. Stop being so hard on yourself. It's
not your fault that you're an overweight, slothful
housekeeper. It's just that your best friend is a waif and
your mother-in-law's a serious dirt and dust die-hard.
When you find yourself getting frustrated with your plump
stoutly stature, wait until your waif of a friend has bad
PMS and send her a 10-pound box of chocolates...
Copyright Hope Forrest.
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