and that is what I got when I slipped (or should I say stuffed) myself into my tankini bathing suit yesterday at 5:30 p.m. to get ready to go to the pool with the kids...
ICK.
I'm not blind. I've never had the bangin' rock-hard body I have dreamed of, as I flip through the Oxygen magazines every month. At the same time, I always thought, "hey, Maria, you don't look too bad for having had 2 kids..." Yeah, well that thought quickly ended when I decided to do a quick "full-body" check by standing on the kids' stool in the bathroom on my tippy toes to check out the wide load I had in the back.
We don't have a full-length mirrow. At that moment yesterday, I knew why. ICK.
I have my problem areas. Don't we all? But man, I felt like I was in some sort of clown house with those crazy mirrors when I saw what I did...and I didn't like it. Today, I confronted that bad bad "C" word. Cellulite.
I knew it was there. I mean, who DOESN'T have some, somewhere. And you skinny bi-atches who are saying to yourself, "I don't have any, Maria." Well, you just sit there and eat a brownie, for goodness sake.
It's all about diet and exercise. Yaddah-yaddah-yaddah. I know...I know. When Ryan and I were dating and even during the beginning of our marriage, man, we worked out hard. We had no kids to give us an excuse not to. Then, I got pregnant. And together, we gained the healthy 35 pounds of a normal pregnancy. Then, we lost it and a few years later, we were back on the Mint Chocolate Chip/All-You-Can-Eat diet with my second pregnancy. Now, 21 months after giving birth, why do I still feel that I look like I'm 5 months pregnant?
I saw my friend, Rhonda, last weekend at Disney and she's due at the end of January. I looked more pregnant than her...and guess what? I'm not pregnant!
So last night, Ryan and I talked about the cheese on the back of my legs and we both decided that it's time we got back into our work-out routine again. We have cleaned out the garage and are setting the gym back up, dusting off the weights and we're going to motivate each other to work out hard and hopefully soon...I can be proud of what God gave me. (Because right now, I'm really mad at him for forcing those brownies and cake down my throat. Jerk.)
To jump start me, Ryan took me to the local sporting goods store for some new shorts and tank top...I don't know about you, but new workout clothes always get me a little excited to start working out...I hope that tomorrow, when I rip the tags off and put them on, I'll work out! Wish me luck because I'll need it.
(And in future posts, you might see a sampling of my workouts -- it may be a good way to keep me accountable.)
Now, I'm off to finish the brownies. I'm kidding. I'm gonna have a beer. Kidding, again... ha ha?
4 comments:
This made me laugh out loud!!! I was going to the local gym religiously every morning after L got on the bus. I had lost about 35 pounds [still LOTS more to go] and then one cold for me, one cold for L, one too many inches of snow, a few "mom's club" meetings at Starbucks and I was off schedule. Never to go back again. Although I pay for it every month!
I must go back. And I'm going tomorrow - as soon as L goes to school. I promise. :) Thanks Maria.
Girl, you look great for having 2 kids. I'm all for working out though! I plan on doing it too some day!
You are crazy.
You need to get a reality check. Come look at me, you'll feel amazing. PAH-LEASE skinny minnie---
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