On a positive note, I finally have some boobs. Unfortunately they won't get a chance to stick around very long because everything from the boobs down is pretty hideous and I've decided enough is enough. And wouldn't ya know it, the boobs are always the first to go.
It all became crystal clear when my dear husband suggested he and I take a vacation. A reasonable request from the man seeing as how we have not have a vacation in close to 5 years. Oh sure, we had a night away for a wedding last year, but that wasn't even a 24 hour period of time. I think a vacation is overdue.
Upon said vacation request I had a request of my own. Nothing tropical. This frustrated the hubby seeing as how we live in "frozen tundra" land and we are both sick of freezing cold. When the hubby says "vacation" then "tropical" is the only thing that comes to his mind. What is a vacation without warm weather, a beach, and a cold drink in your hand? Most of the time I would concur with his questioning.
However, because of my poor eating habits, and general slothfulness, these last couple of months I am looking worse for the wear. The idea of putting on shorts and a tank top, or even worse a swim suit (good gawd!) does not make me think relaxing thoughts. But should that be enough to make me veto a tropical vacation? Absolutely not.
And that was my light bulb moment.
It is about time I rid myself of my recent
Today I bit the bullet and started running again. And to be honest it felt pretty damn good. I was surprised how much my body retained (and I'm not talking fat) and that the run was not as difficult as I had feared it would be.
This is my first step. And I'm glad I'm finally taking it. It is time to get me back again. And hopefully by the time our little tropical vacation arrives I will be feeling much more confident with myself and more comfortable in my skin.
Now, if only I could overcome my fear of leaving my children to go on a vacation. You know, typical "what if the plane crashes and Todd and I both die leaving our children parentless." Or my fear of my children mortally wounding themselves somehow while I'm away. Or my fear of our mothers having to be hospitalized for exhaustion from watching our kids while we are gone. You know, normal fears.
I've got issues people. I can only work on one at a time!