Pudge

It is spring. I wish to wear cute, springy clothes. I even own some such clothes. And yet, I have morphed into Fatty Von Fattykins since the last time I wore said clothing, and am now looking a bit like a pastel sausage when stuffed into them.

Okay, that's not precisely true, as I do not wear pastels. But you get the point.

I refuse to buy larger clothes, and instead will be walking my slug butt to work and pretty much anywhere else that isn't an obscene distance. This has the added benefits of reducing the proportion of my paycheck that gets poured directly into my gas tank, and doing good things for the environment like not spewing out more emissions into it.

You see, in addition to feeling a little gross physically, I'm also reading Jesus for President, and Shane Claiborne has a way of making me feel rather like the imitation vanilla equivalent of a Christian. It's a good read, funny and poignant and direct, and it's one of the most interesting books I've ever seen visually. I kind of want to rip all the quotes from other people out of it and hang them on my office walls. That said, reading this book is also a little like being repeatedly kicked in the tail by a six-ton boot. In other words, we're on the same page about what the gospel means...some people are just WAY ahead of me when it comes to living it out. Which is a good thing for me to realize, since I tend to have a teensy little huge pride issue that leads me to be frustrated with other Christians and their inability to "get it."

There is some pudge that needs to go, and not just physically.