I worked all weekend so I have no new and inspiring posts for you. More alarming, this leaves me with daily thoughts that I feel the need to share as opposed to carefully written and edited ideas. Unedited, you'll be experiencing things like the following story.
I've gained so much weight that I'm utterly disgusted with myself. I had been trying to quietly get back into control and telling myself it wasn't all that bad. Surely I could turn it around. Well, after dinner at Chilli's I went to the bathroom and apparently it's worse than I realized.
I misjudged how much bustier my bust is and smacked my breasticles right into the divider on the booth as I rounded the corner on the way to the restroom.
Breasts so large you can't round a corner without self injury?
Here's your sign.
And here's your verse. I'm not sure what it means exactly but I think it means that Jesus likes me fat.
In that day their burden will be lifted from your shoulders, their yoke from your neck; the yoke will be broken because you have grown so fat.