I've been trying to get myself into better shape. I don't want my girls to think that it's all about being "skinny", so I tell them 'I'm working to become stronger'. But losing weight is part of my goal, of course.
On our families recent trip (see Altitude Adjustment) I quickly noticed that we were in a different place. A place where cars use a LOT of gasoline, a place where having a Housekeeper is a given, a place where a monthly trip for a "touch-up" is probably not unheard of. (Not that I'm against any of these things - except the cars- it's just... it's not my norm.)
Nowhere did I feel more out of place than at the pool. I was seeing women with children, but I was finding it hard to believe that these woman carried anything other than a tennis racket or a Birkin Bag. Hmmm... "That's OK Ann', I kept telling myself 'You look just fine. You're stronger than you were 5 months ago. Keep going.'
While coyly glancing around trying to find a body shape that some what resembled mine, I finally found her. Over by the wading pool, splashing with her children with her back to me, there she was in a dark blue swimsuit. Ah, a REAL woman's shape. A booty, some thighs. Yeah! We could start our own little club!
I started to feel a bit at ease after noticing my "Body Buddy". I removed my swimsuit cover-up and lounged on a chaise, basking in the sun. While slathering on the SPF 80 that's when my new best friend dashed my spirit. She turned profile to reveal she was pregnant. At least 7 months.
Oh well, I'm stronger than I was 5 months ago, I'm stronger than I was 5 months ago... have I convinced myself yet?
On our families recent trip (see Altitude Adjustment) I quickly noticed that we were in a different place. A place where cars use a LOT of gasoline, a place where having a Housekeeper is a given, a place where a monthly trip for a "touch-up" is probably not unheard of. (Not that I'm against any of these things - except the cars- it's just... it's not my norm.)
Nowhere did I feel more out of place than at the pool. I was seeing women with children, but I was finding it hard to believe that these woman carried anything other than a tennis racket or a Birkin Bag. Hmmm... "That's OK Ann', I kept telling myself 'You look just fine. You're stronger than you were 5 months ago. Keep going.'
While coyly glancing around trying to find a body shape that some what resembled mine, I finally found her. Over by the wading pool, splashing with her children with her back to me, there she was in a dark blue swimsuit. Ah, a REAL woman's shape. A booty, some thighs. Yeah! We could start our own little club!
I started to feel a bit at ease after noticing my "Body Buddy". I removed my swimsuit cover-up and lounged on a chaise, basking in the sun. While slathering on the SPF 80 that's when my new best friend dashed my spirit. She turned profile to reveal she was pregnant. At least 7 months.
Oh well, I'm stronger than I was 5 months ago, I'm stronger than I was 5 months ago... have I convinced myself yet?