Am I totally stupid?
I am foregoing a get together with someone I haven't seen in years because of the way I look.
I hang my head and hope people I see won't recognize me.
I see a picture of myself and am horrified.
And then I go and get something to eat.
I suppose that is emotional eating, though I have always been more of a boredom eater. Too many nights alone while my kids and husband slept. I am so determined to have a couple of childless hours at the end of each day that I have sabotaged myself.
I'm too young to be fat.
Fat is for Baba's. Kids don't like to sit on bony laps.
Fat is for round little babies. Their dimpled knees and elbows are so cute on them. That look doesn't work so well for me.
I'm mad that I have "let myself go". How do I "get myself back"?
How do I find time to get to the gym? To plan menus.
How do I do this, and still blog?
My kids are floored when they see pictures of me from only six or so years ago. I told them that I could look almost like that again, if I tried. "Would you like that?" They hooted and hollered and cheered, that yes, they would love that. "Go for it, Mom!"
Go for it, indeed.
Great. Now I want chocolate.