We stood there, my sister and I. Alone but together without the throngs of children that usually surround and fill our space. She lives in another town and these times together are cherished moments. We had the chance to spend a few minutes without the bickering, whining, fighting cousins to do our favorite thing together, aside from a mean game of Scrabble, shop.
And that's when we found ourselves at the crossroad. Do we go right? That's where our eyes took us first. But then the reality hit in an instant. We must turn left. And so with heads hung low, and laughter filling the store, we headed to the plus size section. Numbers followed by X's. Skinny people may not even know that there is such a thing.
Darn those sodas, and doughnuts, and cookies, and large plates of food, and too many carbs, and mangled ankles, and needy children, and hundreds of other excuses.
We've gained weight. Lots of weight.
And so it starts today. Protein and Pilate's.
Maybe next time she comes to visit me and the squabbling cousins are left at home and we are faced with another crossroad we can turn to the right.