"Lose weight, dammit." Yep, this is what I say to myself every morning as I stare into the depths of the evil mirror. "Mirror, Mirror on the wall. Who's the frumpiest of them all." Again, that would be me.
Normally, I say these words and then do nothing. I loathe myself as I crawl through yet another day of stagnant activity and over indulgent eating.
So this morning, I finally ventured off to the gym, for the first time in months. My clients will just have to wait. I need this for me, except the entire time I'm trudging through the workout, I'm looking around comparing myself to every other person in the room. "At least I'm not like that guy." "Oh, I wonder if she has kids. Nah, probably not, she looks too darn good." "I hope I look like her when I'm that age." "Yikes, it could be worse."
It's funny. In high school, it was the popular girls and magazine models that were the measurement for my self worth (physically at least). Of course, that ship has sailed. Now, I find myself envying non-moms or those who freakishly and miraculously revert back to cuteness 10 seconds after they give birth. Just look at their stretch free skin and perky boobs. Maybe my goal should be to simply not look like a mom.
Reality check, ladies. I am never going to look a 22 year old again. Ironically though, until recently, I was still hanging on to my size 2, extra tiny pre-pregnancy clothes. Even if I did get back down to my former weight, a good 20 lbs from where I am now, my form is so drastically different, they'll never fit the same. Off they went to the Goodwill. It was a sad and dreary day when I let go of pre-existence and embraced the reality of my forever frumpiness.
However, just because I'm never going to look like a super model or even a B-list celebrity, it doesn't mean I have to walk around unhealthy and self-loathing. If I don't like what I see, I should stop the laziness and put my butt in motion, literally.
So I thought I'd throw out an idea to my fellow supermoms. Why not be each other's accountability? Whether you are doing Weight Watchers or another diet program (names of which have completely left my brain), planning on working out at the Y on on your Wii Fit, let's support one another; help each other reach our goals. What do you say? You in?
Drop by a Starbucks between 3 - 5 pm each day between now and May 15th for half price However-You-Want-It Frappachinos. It's like they knew it was my birthday this week. So sweet of them to honor me like that.
Side Note: Madison got her cast off today. Okay, now continue.
First of all, let me apologize for not being the diligent blogger I once was. I guess when I started writing for Patch, I allowed my personal blog to fall to the wayside. It's funny how that happens. The other mitigating factor is that Strategic Victory, my company, has been exploding with new business. I've barely been able to keep my head above water in this new life as stay-at-home, work-at-home, work-out-of-the-home mom.
However, not matter how busy life gets, I can't forget about my escape hatch, which just happens to be writing. It's a release for me, a sanctuary of sorts. When Penny, my editor at Patch, told me that they were going to be linking to local blog sites, I thought this might be the motivation I need to get back into blogging regularly.
Madison's uber curly hair and bag over her cast.
And look at this...here I am, blogging. I'm not even going to try and catch you up on the last three months. It would impossible and probably quite boring actually. But here's a brief recap: SVC (my company) took on 12 new clients. Blake finally stopped peeing in his pants (almost). I worked for Senator Jennings in Annapolis during Session. Madison broke her arm and we didn't know it for almost a day. We drove 18 hours to Florida for our first Spring Break ever. We took on an intern at SVC. Nana & Papa kept Madison and Blake at their house for a week giving Neil and I almost kid free time. My princess is one tough cookie and my middle child seems to be the wimpy one of the lot. Neil went camping with a bunch of guys from church, giving him two weekends of fun in one month. The first was a kayaking festival.
What else? Who knows? I can barely remember yesterday, much less highlights from the last 3 months. The point is, I'm back...now let's hope I can stay that way.
I'm 30,married with 2 of the most adorable little boys, a beautiful baby girl and a dog named Reese. Neil, my fabulous chemistry-loving, kayak paddling hubbie, loves doing projects around the house and rolling around on the floor with his boys. We've been married 7 years and just bought our second house in Catonsville, MD. I love to save money when I shop and am known amongst my friends as the guru of thrift (that might be more my terminology than theirs). I'm also a day camp director at Grace Adventures Day Camp. I like to cook, plan events, write (hence the blog),shop (hence the guru), & coffee with friends (okay really anything with friends). I also like to just veg out and watch my shows (maybe a little too much). If you want to know more, you'll just have to read.