We were headed out to the grocery store and I needed to put on something other than pajamas. I don't have a large selection of things to wear. I'm finally a bit too small for my maternity wear. (which is good since I birthed Brock 9 months ago) I'm nowhere near small enough for my pre-baby wear. I have a small selection of "fat clothes" that I wear these days. Maternity shirts--they're longer and don't cling-- and mostly elastic waisted shorts--self explanatory.
I was putting on a shirt, telling myself, it doesn't matter, Margaret, no one is looking at you. You've got cute kids. You're a mother of two, no one cares that you're chunky.
Then I had to give myself a mental slap. And an out loud pep talk. Margaret, it doesn't matter that you're a mother of two. You're a wife of one(thank goodness, I couldn't handle another one) and he deserves to see some semblance of the woman he married.
Now, if I'd quit making sweets just so I can blog about them.
One day, I'd like to get somewhere even CLOSE to this weight. (I wanted to post a better looking picture of me when I was skinny but they're all a bit risque and I'm pretty sure my mother and mother-in-law could do without seeing them.)