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Flo-Jo and Froyo – Bingo!

21 May

Today was my triumphant return to the gym. Shockingly, I was not greeted with balloons, whistles and high fives.
Don’t they know what it took to get myself here today?!

It’s been months since I set foot in the place. That seems to be my shtick, I go religiously, buy new workout pants, a fancy water bottle, and start feeling fantastic….

Then – BAM! – I’m done. I skip a day and the next and the next and the next thing I know I haven’t seen the gym in 4 months.
Since I sucumbed to my sloth tendencies 4 months ago, I truly haven’t really seen that much of a difference in the way I look. (Those who have, have kindly kept it to themselves) My weight has stayed the same. I still wear the same size clothing.

What I absolutely DO recognize is a total change in the way I feel. I’m not as happy. I’m not as confident or energetic. I am a better version of me when I’m making my body sweat for an hour, four or five times a week.

How can I get myself to remember how much better I feel about myself and life in general when I’m working out? It’s only one hour out of my entire day. Target and my comfy little writing chair at Coffee Bean will still be there after my gym time.

Maybe my gym could start serving froyo and install a self serve candy bar! That would get me there everyday for sure!

Yes, these types of thoughts actually cross my mind. Frequently.

xoxo

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Somewhere between Cover Girl and Maybeline my heart broke

4 Apr

Today, as HB and I stood in the makeup aisle at Target, she said something to me that made me want to tuck her back inside my belly where I could protect her, forever. As I contemplated between Falsies mascara and the one that Gwen Stefani wears in all those commercials, my little girl was asking herself the question I hoped she never would. She looked up at me with her pigtails and big green eyes and said, “Mommy, will boys only like me if I’m straight?” Now, she didn’t mean straight like the opposite of Ellen Degeneres, she meant thin. HB had asked me before if when she grew up if she would be straight like her Auntie and the girls in the magazines or would her tummy stay round. I had explained a million times before that people come in all shapes and sizes. We had read the book, It’s Ok To Be Different, 500 times. I kept Barbie dolls out of the house for as long as I could and I even banned Princess Paraphernalia for the past two years. Where had I gone wrong and how could this be happening to my strong fierce 5 year old? I gained my composure and looked her right in the eyes and said, “Boys like all different types of girls. You are perfect. Just be yourself.” She shrugged her shoulders and said, “Ok.”

You are perfect, just be yourself. I’m sure somebody told me that when I was her age, but I don’t think I actually believed it until quite recently.

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