Remember back a few months ago when I was celebrating the end of my boys’ hockey seasons??? (http://mysistersjar.wordpress.com/2008/03/31/the-fat-lady-sang-tonight/) Well, it all started again tonight. <sigh> There I was in my cute, little silver flip-flops and denim shorts wrapped in a purple and lime green fleece Elvis blanket in the ice arena. (Thank God someone left it in the van!) I’m trying excruciatingly hard to have a good attitude about this. It’s a lot of driving… a lot of time away from the family dinner table… a lot of money…. but I knew all this when I married a Canadian hockey lover. One of his first purchases five years before we had children was a pair of size 3 flannel Edmonton Oilers pajamas…. then we had a daughter first…. so we kept the Oilers jams in a hope chest for EIGHT years until our son was born… then two more years til they fit him. I should have caught on that there was a slight addiction problem. I’ve named it H.A.D., Hockey Attachment Disorder. I don’t believe there is a cure at present. I’ve been H.A.D.
Back to my excruciating good attitude. I’ve decided that I must make the best of my Wednesday night drive time (one hour total) and my sitting time (one hour total). (This is for son #2…. I’m not counting son #1… hoping that Dad will always be available for him. His practices require driving for 1.5 hours and sitting for 2 hours…. TWICE a week.) Having a good attitude. Having a good attitude. Having a good attitude. O.K.
So tonight, sitting on a freezing cold bleacher bench, I coordinated two of my four calendars, my month-at-a-glance purse calendar and my weekly To-Do calendar with check-off boxes. (Yes, a bit anal here, but anal people get LOTS done.) I have not found a pre-made week-at-a-glance calendar that is compact but still has 6-7 lines per day… so each January 1st I make my own out of a Walmart notebook. This year’s was quite fat, so I’ve used pages in the back for various lists, secret codes, etc. One such list I happened upon tonight that I haven’t read since I made it in March. It is the list of stories for a book I plan to write titled Squeezing Laughter into a Leotard: Devotions for Above Average Women. It’s about weight loss and weight gain and weight loss and weight gain and weight loss and weight gain and God. I was a bench or two away from several other hockey moms and dads, but as I read the story notes I laughed out loud twice and constrained myself several other times, so they wouldn’t think I’m completely nuts. This was the burst of energy and kick in the pants I needed to direct my hockey time. My laptop will now be traveling with my to the Ice Den each week. I’m itching to get started.
Can I just say that if you have a rapid metabolism and are mortified when you’re bloated and need a size 5 …. you won’t comprehend the stories I’m writing. You may think they are humorous, but you will NEVER understand with compassion what people who struggle with their weight deal with minute by minute. It’s like a being married to someone with H.A.D…. you don’t understand unless you’ve walked in my skates.
Wish me luck.. better yet pray for God’s voice to speak truth to a hockey mom wrapped up in Elvis on Wednesday nights. :o)