Tonight Jonas will be attending our church Harvest Festival dressed as Peter Pan. Maggie will be dressed as Tinkerbell, and so I, in a moment that can only be explained by saying that I am a recovering overachiever, thought that Chris and I would dress up as Neverland characters as well.

My mom sent me my little brother’s Peter Pan costume (still have to bring myself to go make the alterations so it will fit Jonas) and also sent my old Sacajawea costume. I wore this costume in fourth grade when I had to give a report on a historical figure. It was lose and the fringe went nearly to my ankles. I was adorable. I wore it again when I was a senior in high school and needed a quick costume for the costume dance. It hugged all of my curves, and the fringe arced dangerously up my thighs. I was one HOT Native American Princess.

So, in my zeal, I explained to my mom over the phone that I was going to get even more mileage out of the costume by going as Tiger Lily. There was silence on the other side of the line.
“Mom?”
“You’re going to wear it?”
“Yeah, what’s wrong with. . .Oh my heck! I GOT FAT!”

Ok, so I’m not fat. But we are talking about a twenty-five pound weight gain between my tiny “high school senior taking that flat stomach for granted” self and the “I’ve had two kids and my hips are now eight miles wide” body I’m now living in. Actually, since I packed on an instant ten pounds when I miscarried a few weeks ago, I am the heaviest that I have ever been without being pregnant and I hate it.

Do I have any intention of dieting? Not really. Should I? Yeah, probably. But tonight, I’m just going to go to the party as myself. . .and eat candy.