
Starting this spring I'm at my lowest weight in 22 years. My ideal goal is 10 pounds away now and I've kept off all that I have lost. But, I am at a plateau, a measure that is a standstill, a place in time where although not critical, it is to some a wall. I would prefer to title it as if it were a blooming time. The buds are full to explode with the beauty that it is. The full flower ready to open and release the perfume and send the bees and butterflies into a euphoric stupor of dizzy intoxicating attractive mist. Last time I remember being this weight only a few days, I was told I was pregnant! The beauty that develops as a woman reaches her full term of pregnancy is the most glorious. Men cannot resist the radian beauty that fills the space a pregnant woman occupies.
