Monday morning, I decided to wear them. I put them on, glad that the whole box of Good & Plenty's that I ate on the way home hadn't done any damage. And as long as I'm coming clean, I ate a Reese's Big Cup too. In my own defense, I did run on Monday night...out of guilt.
On with the story. I came downstairs, put on my boots and went into the bathroom to do my hair and take a gander in the mirror before I headed out the door. I thought to myself, "You're looking pretty good in those size 8 jeans, girl." (I know, I know, it's so bad. I am so embarrassed that I am telling this.) So, I proceeded to walk through the kitchen and into the laundry area. As I stepped down the one and only step, I got the heel of my boot caught on the step and fell flat on my face.
This is the first thing that I thought of:
Proverbs 16:18 - Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before the fall. (KJV)
Thank You Lord, I got the message...as did my knees and elbows. ;)
4 comments:
Ha,ha! Oh no are you OK? Poor thing! You do look great! Keep up the good work!
Ouch...that had to hurt. Although probably hurt less in those size 8 jeans!
OH Girlllll!Those jeans are so scandalous!HA!Love ya!
Ouch...to the bumb and the pride :)
I am so impressed with your committment to prayer and changing your eating habits. Praise God for a healthier you!
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