Recently, aside from the subject of this series, there were a couple life events I was anxiously awaiting: 1) the birth of our precious grandson, Alexander and 2) our impending move into a new home.
As you know, baby Alexander is here and he is so sweet and delicious! I can't get enough of cuddling him. Newborns are wonderful like that - they just want to be held and cuddled. Then, before you know it, the cuddle stage is over and they want to begin exploring their world. *snif*
As for our move, I don't think I've blogged about it at all but the fact is, we're moving. The interminable wait was for when that move might happen. We knew it was going to take place this spring and I have actually been packing since right after Christmas. Now we have a date and that makes me somewhat happier. Somewhat.
But I digress. Now, before I reveal my other life-changing event, I must provide you with some background. It's sounds just like the word 'wait' but it's spelling and meaning are totally different.
Weight. Yeah, that's the ugly word. I never had a problem with my weight. I was pretty thin through my childhood and teen years. Even my post-pregnancy weight was shed in quick order. Well, except for one of our sons who weighed almost 11 lbs. at birth. Recovery from that one took a bit longer.
Then, after I reached the age of 40, something changed. I gradually started putting on weight and couldn't seem to get rid of it. Was it my age? Goodness! Forty-years old seems so young to me now! Was I overeating because of the deaths of my mother and brother? Perhaps a bit but not enough to justify the weight gain and it was short-term anyway.
After more thought, I was just sure it had to be because I went back to work full-time and led a much more sedentary life-style. I was just too tired to be as active as I had been. That had to be the reason!
I was to discover later that it was not.