Warm Hearts Happy Family

One of my main frustrations with my husband is…well… it’s rather quite vain if we are being honest.  But bother me it does. 

He doesn’t look good in pictures–ever. Not because he isn’t totally studly in every way, but because he looks like he belongs in a prison cell and not in our living room.  In almost every picture.

He can not seem to figure out how to smile like a normal person for the camera.  But I am not complaining about that–it is a small miracle if he even attempts a smile.  Most of the time I get this:

Do you see where my frustration comes in? We all look so happy, and my husband looks like he is dead inside–living a life of dull boredom that is killing him slowly from the inside out.

The opposite is true however. He is the LIFE of the party, a giant kid really–trapped in an adult body. He is full of energy and happiness in general.

Except when I say lets take a family picture. In true bratty 7 year old form he pouts and refuses to smile.

So dear husband of mine, if I were you I would start smiling or else our children’s children are going to look back and think you were one grumpy ass old man.

The End.

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Skinny people may take this for granted.  I am talking about being able to wear a belt without it looking like the knot between two fat sausage links.

Kinks separating your chubby goodness is never a good thing, never. Ever. And isn’t the main purpose of a belt to keep your pants in place?  Well, thank you very much, but I didn’t need any help in that department.  My badonkadonk held my pants up just fine.

I am happy to report that I now am in desperate need of a belt because my pants are falling off my waist at an alarming rate.  While it feels go to be constantly pulling them up (a beautiful reminder that my ass isn’t the continent that it used to be), I am sure it isn’t exactly screaming that is one classy lady.

Next order of business:  buy a sweet looking belt to accentuate my new waist and to invest in some smaller pants. 

Needless to say, I am very thankful this Thanksgiving.  And so is my healthier heart.  Oh, and my feet!  I am sure my feet are also very thankful to have the ease of 30 pounds lifted off of their hard working day.  And hopefully my hubby is thankful too.

You see, I have learned a lot about myself this past year, the biggest thing being that I hate being fat.  I am in control of that now–so goodbye fat pants, its been real but I am off to a more quality life.

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You are, aren’t you?  Sneaky little holiday season you.

Well I am ready for you so bring it.

Bring on the Christmas music weeks before we have our Thankful Feast cause I’m listening!

Go ahead retail, woo me with your holiday cheer and door buster sales.  I love it!

Go on neighbor, put up those lights so I can arrive home to some twinkling happiness.

Holiday food you say?  Yes please, and seconds.  Weight Watchers will forgive me.

Stress can’t hold me down!.  We will buy what we can afford and make up the rest in quality family time, joy, and appreciation.

On this Thanksgiving, I have much to be thankful for, and thankful is exactly what I am.  This is what I am choosing this holiday season–to count my blessings and to teach my kids to do the same. 

Could we use a new mattress?  Yes, desperately so.  But we have a warm bed to sleep in and I am grateful for it.

Do we need new windows? Someday, but the view out of our current ones is filled with beautiful houses with neighbors to match.

How about new clothes? I have lost 26 pounds thank-you-very-much which has greatly expanded my wardrobe. I am quite thankful for that!

Toys you say?  My basement (and living room, and bedrooms, and car, you name it) is covered in them.  More toys the kids do not need.

This leaves room for the good stuff.  For appreciation of family and all of the little things that warm our hearts. 

Like driving around and enjoying all of the lights.

Or having hot chocolate after dinner with a family movie.

Watching my kids fall in love with Ralphie and his red ryder BB gun just like I did.

And teaching our kids that holidays are about celebrating the love that a family can create.

I do not care if this year ended without presents.  I am truly grateful for the people in my life and am content to just celebrate our humanity, our successes, and our contributions to one another.

And no worries, the kids will also celebrate the wonder and excitement of unwrapping their presents–while mom and dad sit back and smile at our beautiful corner of the world.

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