George Strait’s voice is playing in my head right now:
“He wondered how she’d take it when he said goodbye / Thought she might do some cryin’ lose some sleep at night / But he had no idea, when he hit the road / That without him in her life, she’d let herself go…”
For the non-country music fans, the song is about a woman who lives it up finally, after having dedicated her life to her family. That’s my take on it, anyways.
My intention with this blog is to Let Myself Go.
When I met my husband at 22 years old, I weighed about 135 lbs. I thought I was so fat back then. Well, I’d kill to be as fat as I once was! A decade, three beautiful babies, and a bunch of life later, I weigh 200 lbs. I’m short- barely 5’1- if I stand up really straight. I look in the mirror and I think, “how have I let myself go like this?!” I don’t even recognize the lady in my reflection.
Fortunately, my husband hasn’t left me. The man is a rock; he’s faithful and he leaves no room for doubt about his love for me. But I’ve lost myself in this whole marriage and motherhood thing. I never thought I’d get this big. It’s so frustrating and demoralizing!
I’m ready to change. It’s not too late to find myself. I think the way I’m going to do it is by letting myself go, in Mr. Strait’s interpretation of the phrase: by finding myself.