Spring is my favorite

All the colors of spring totally my match my Barbie blonde hair. I got a full-night’s sleep last night. My roommates are out of town so I can pee with the bathroom door open. I had a great, sweat-dripping Jazzercise workout this morning. I made it to the bank to deposit a needed $10 into my account before a pending check was cashed. I’m planning to have Taco Bell for dinner. I totally had a great Easter, which involved the youth group kids coming through for me in a way that they probably do not even understand makes me happy and also an awesome evening with church friends. I’m super close to winning my work bracket for March Madness (Go Duke!). The economy seems to suck just a little less than it used to. Great America opens in about three weeks. My laundry is done. I can finally open my bedroom window and take in heaping breathes of fresh air all day long. The sun is out.

Life is good.

Thank you God.

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Pajama shorts

I bought a pair of pajama shorts about a month ago.

They’re the kind of thing I normally wouldn’t waste money on because who the heck is ever going to see me in pajama shorts? (See: Crystal, single, eternity). But I decided they were my reward for losing weight.

My $12, heck ya, I can pull these off and look decent enough to strut around the house, shorts.  My, this is someting I need to realize my body is officially different, shorts. My, I haven’t bought any pair of shorts at all ever for the last nine years. (Seriously. Nine years.) shorts.

My lovely blue-green plaid-patterned with a sky-blue bow in the front, shorts.

Every time I wear them the reward sensors in my brain go off and I’m happy all over again that I’ve lost weight. It’s still really hard for me to understand that I look different. For me, the weight came off too slowly to notice, and I feel the same on the inside, so I constantly wonder if the whole thing was all in my head.

But these shorts remind me that I am definitely different.

And I love them for it.

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That feeling

So you know that feeling you get when you have love-bugs in your head, and every love song ever written ever is about you and your life and your love, and you’re just plain smitten, and all the clouds make heart shapes, and you smile all day long even when the world tries to throw crap at you, and you think about that one kiss that one time while you drive home, and you’re just happy because you like a boy and he likes you back?

Ya. Me too.

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