Not bad for a fat girl

The Gradual Slide Into Decline


A longtime friend is in town for a conference. I have plans to see her today and I’m excited about that. I would like to bring her by my home to meet my sweetheart and my puppy. Except then I look around. Dammit. SEP020660The dishes from last night (and pots, pans, knives, cutting board, wine glasses…etc.) did not somehow magically wash themselves. No worries, I will empty the dishwasher and load it up again and we’ll be good to go.

Except that we’re not. Good to go, that is. My lunchbox from Friday is on the counter. It’s Monday. I have three purses on the floor behind the couch, a week’s worth of mail is on the kitchen table, and that basket of clean laundry is still standing in my bedroom, unfolded. In all fairness, it’s only underwear. I fished out everything else and folded and put it away. I was in a hurry.

Still, if I did those small things, the house would still not be what I want it to be. The office, where I sit and write, and also sew from time to time, is far too cluttered, with no place for all of the things it currently houses. The little bookshelf in the dining room was only supposed to be there over the summer while I was changing classrooms, and my dining room table has held a computer monitor since March. With no computer attached, I might add.

Each of these things is small, but the cumulative effect is overwhelming chaos. At least in my eyes. I think that’s why I don’t deal with each of those small things. I feel like they won’t make a difference to the overall appearance and atmosphere of the home. ย You can see it coming, can’t you? The aha moment? Well, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

This is just like what I do to my body. A little slip here, a misstep there, I tell myself these are small things. No big deal. But over time look at what all of those small, easily reversible things have accumulated into. I can fix my house in a day. It may not be perfect but it will be a lot better, and the results will be instantly recognizable. Not so with my body. I can’t fix it in a day, or a week, or a month. What I can do, and must do, is stop treating it so haphazardly.

Like my home, when I maintain my body a certain way it is a joy. It is comfortable, functional, and just feels good. I need to keep that in mind. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a little more housekeeping to attend to.

Author: BulgingButtons

I'm a middle aged woman doing the things that middle aged women do and trying not to beat myself up. I'm living the life I choose with the man I love, the grown up son who impresses me all the time, and the most adorable pup ever rescued from the euthanasia list. We live in the heat of the Southwest, where I regularly sweat through my Lane Bryant bras.

14 thoughts on “The Gradual Slide Into Decline

  1. Great analogy. And I especially love that you are cognizant and realistic that it takes time to turn around the health/body situation.

  2. I love the description of your home, because it makes me feel better about the clutter in mine. As to the analogy to your body, there is a lot of truth in it. I have neglected mine a bit here and there, added a kilo or two (actually far too many) and left it on the couch for too long. It feels great to get back in shape, but it is a step at a time. Housecleaning can be a tedious task, but it takes much less endurance.
    Anyway, I am sure your friend will be comfortable in your home ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Thanks for your kind words. I’m sure she will. I have the kind of friends who are there for the company, not to run a white gloved over the dust. Still, seeing it from the perspective of someone who has never been there is eye opening.

  3. I heard a great story at church yesterday: A mouse and a dove were sitting beneath a tree watching the snow fall. The dove asked the mouse, “how much does a snowflake weigh?” “Nothing!” the mouse answered emphatically. “Snowflakes don’t weigh anything at all.” “Are you sure about that?” the dove asked. “Because I’ve been counting, and I noticed that when I got up to 3, 487,200 snowflakes, that branch broke!”

    The context was a sermon about working for peace, and about how small things do make a difference. Your post captures a similar message in a very down-to earth way. And now I’m going to go put the rest of those dishes in the dishwasher.

  4. Loved this story because my home looks like yours except for the dishes. Everywhere you look it’s paper and more paper. I keep telling myself if I haven’t used it in a year or two then dump it … but I can’t because I feel as soon as I do that I’ll need it. Yet my friends are like yours. They do not come to my home to check out the dust bunnies growing into rabbits under my tables and chairs; they come to spend quality time hanging out with me. We will get there. Eventually. Because there is always hope for the hopeless! Thanks for sharing so honestly ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. Very thoughtful article.

    I can’t believe some of the crap food I have put into my body in the past!

    You only get one body, agree you have to treat it right.

  6. I totally hear you – a slip here and a small taste there – it all adds up. I wasn’t aware before, but now I am. Being aware has a huge impact. It shapes our day to day decisions. A tidy and uncluttered house makes me feel fresh, ready to face the world – the same way that a tidy (ie: planned) and an uncluttered (ie: non-processed) diet gets my body in the right gear. Yay for cleaning and feeling good!

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