Happy Easter!

I once again feel the need to say that I'm not dead, just busy! I have added a new hobby to my already hectic life, which I'm sure you will agree is exactly what I needed, because I certainly don't have enough to do. I really enjoyed the 5k that I went to last weekend, and I'm totally doing another one. I've even inspired my sweet husband to start back running. The only way I can defend my choice to participate in something else that requires another large chunk of my time and money is to say this: at least it's good for me! I'm bound to get in shape sooner or later if I keep going. Someone posted an e-card on Facebook that made me laugh until I cried yesterday. It said something like: Today while I was running I heard someone clapping. It was just my thighs cheering me on.
The bucket of bolts that is my bathroom scale has been forced against its will to admit that I've lost a little weight. I can tell much more about how I'm doing by the way my clothes fit now, but it's nice to see a smaller number anyway. This morning I climbed the stairs to my baby's bedroom and realized that I wasn't out of breath when I got to the top. That made me a lot happier than it probably should have, but hey - little victories add up to big ones.
Today I went shopping and here is what I have decided: I just need to be a size 5. That's all there is to it. If I were a size 5, I could have had my pick of any pair of jeans in the store! Unfortunately, I am a long way from a size 5, so my choices were much more limited. Which leads me to ask the question, has anyone else ever noticed that practically everything on the clearance rack is a tiny size? Perhaps stores should order fewer stick figure sizes (so not me) and more Marilyn Monroe sizes (totally me with the assistance of a pair of Spanx.) Just a thought!
Speaking of Spanx, I'm pretty sure I gave the congregation at our church a thrill on Easter Sunday morning. I bought an adorable, stylish chevron print Easter dress that was completely the opposite of what I normally wear. I suppose I was feeling adventurous. Anyway, it had a very fitted waist and a full skirt which came to my knees. Thanks to some strategically placed Easter lily stands, I wasn't able to get to the seat I wanted from the back of the room. After walking to the front of the church, sidling down the wall, and arriving at the pew I stepped over an air vent - which proceeded to blow my skirt completely up over the top of my head! With the number of elderly people in our church, frankly I was surprised that no one had a heart attack. Okay, okay fine. It wasn't completely over my head, but anyone who happened to be looking in my direction got a free shot of some Spanx. Happy Easter, everyone!