Last Saturday, I spent the day at the beach with 3 of my 4 kids. The oldest was at work so we missed her a lot...
So anyways, it was a glorious afternoon - the kids played in the waves, squealing with glee at each wave that threw them off balance. Running to and fro for a grape, a chip, a bite of watermelon all laced with fine beach sand. It was inevitable.
I swam some, I ate some but I people watched a lot.
Wow... That's a tight butt in that thong bikini.
There I was, still wearing my maternity swimsuit... Swimming with my 4 year olds. Yes, it's an old swimsuit. But even worse... Yes, that's 4 year old expired "baby fat".
Sigh... Look at that flat tummy and those boobs in that underwired bikini top.
I can't deny it - I'm too lazy to workout. I'm too tired. I'm too busy.
But I must also say that the more I watch the pink skin turn brown on my back and shoulders, leaving tan lines on a whale, I'm disgusted.
I'm not an unhappy person... But I am a disgusted one.
I would like to lose weight but I just lack the motivation.
Maybe it's because I'm too happy. Happy with my family, my job, my close friends, my little home and my life in general so much so that being a manatee (ok so a whale is a bit too self-deprecating) with tan lines doesn't bother me that much.
The itching bothers me more.
So, okay I'll workout when I get to it. And I'll buy a new swim suit to reward myself... Some day.
But for now, I'll just be jumping into those waves anyway and hugging my kids and shaking out the sand from their bums before heading home sunburnt again.
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Hey awesome parent! Thanks for dropping by... fantastic days and tough days, all just mean you're alive :) Thanks for sharing!