THE ORGANIST'S NEW CLOTHES

I had to go shopping last weekend for some new pants. While it was an expense I was hoping to put off until mid-summer, I could put it off no longer. The simple fact was that my pants no longer fit. They were way too loose. With the emotional roller coaster I've been riding on for the last couple of months, I've lost somewhere in the neighborhood of twelve pounds! And, sadly, I have to admit it has nothing to do with the $11.08 that is deducted from my paycheck each week for my membership to the YMCA. I haven't darkened the door of that fine facility in well over a month. Oh, I've had very good and well-meaning intentions to go back, but I always manage to find a way to talk myself out of getting back in the routine. It's the same song, different verse. So, now I have four or fine new pairs of pants, a couple of new shirts, a new tie and a few new socks. I'm ready to face the world again, hopefully in style!

Here's my confession: There's just something about getting new clothes that truly boots my confidence, makes me feel attractive and stand just a little bit taller and prouder than I usually do. The only thing that could make it better would be if I actually got off my lazy butt and started working out again like I keep promising myself I'm going to do. There are a thousand excuses why I don't, and though most of them may be valid, not a single one is good enough to keep me from going back to the Y. I have to quit babbling about this and just do it. Just go. That's the hard part-once I actually get there, I feel better about myself, my life and everything in general.

But, until I am able to motivate myself to do the things I need to do for my mental and physical health, (which shouldn't be long from now) you can find me on Sunday morning. I'm the one sitting at the organ wearing my new pants!