When reality smacks you in the face...

Warning!  This post contains ramblings from a mom dropped into reality. 

It hurt.  Reality smacked me in the face this past weekend.  I was just minding my own business when it happened. 

I had taken the kids to see a movie.  Then, I thought wouldn't they love it if I took them to Chucky Cheese.  We hadn't planned it.  You see we were dressed just for a dimly lit movie theatre.  A nice velour outfit for me, the kind with a little give for the extra popcorn, and comfy sweats for the kids.  I wanted to throw an extra surprise at the kids, spur of the moment and all.  We had never been to Chucky Cheese, you know, 'where a kid can be a kid?!'  (Mental note:  pause and think really long before being spontaneous.  oh, make sure you have help too)

The kids were as happy as clams going to Chucky Cheese.  It felt good seeing their smiling faces.  It wasn't until we were 20 tokens into our 50 that I started to think perhaps I should have brought someone along to help.  As I went from game to game, I took in the crowd.  That is when it hit me!

As I eyed the other mothers, I had a big, fat reality check.  I have become one of "those moms."  You know.  The one that picks comfort over fashion.  I suppose it happened because my waistline has been growing.  Everything seems to squeeze and pinch it.  As I took in the fashionable moms with their skinny jeans and knee high boots that is when I realized it.  I've lost myself somewhere between having child one and having child two.  I use to never leave the house without makeup.  Oh, those workout pants actually use to be for working out.  But now, it is sad to say that I don't get decked out anymore.  I mean when you are staying at home cleaning and playing with the kids why bother with makeup.  I do brush my teeth and hair:)  Well, enough is enough.

Here is me in my mid-20's when I taught ballroom dancing.

 
This was one of the best times of my life.  I really loved teaching dancing.  I was happy with my body.  Don't worry, I am not going to delude myself into thinking I will be like that again.  You know gravity and all the beautiful stretch marks aren't going to go away.  So, I am going to take it one day at a time. 

A little less of this:

And a little more of this:

I am not planning on going on a wacky diet.  I can never stick to those.  Instead, I'm taking it day by day, drink by drink, bite by bite.  If I have a good day, good for me.  If not, there is always tomorrow.  I suppose I'm telling you about this because they say if you write it down it is more likely to happen.  So there it is in black and white.
I would love to hear if realty has come and visited you lately.  Please feel free to tell me all about it.