As I travel down the long, painful, daily path to fitness I am reminded of a situation that happened when Big Chunk was about 4 months old.
Big Chunk and I had to make a run to the baby store. I wanted to look nice for what was probably my second biggest outing that week. Wal Mart was the biggest. So I chose to wear my very best maternity sweat pants and sexiest maternity tee shirt. Are you turned on yet? I then pulled my un-blow dried brown hair with gray roots into a very chic mommy bun and headed out the door. And despite not having make up on I thought I looked pretty good- I mean my shirt didn’t even have breast milk stains on it.
So, I’m standing on the stroller isle holding my beautiful baby and here come two teenage girls. They are both staring at us so I give them a friendly smile knowing that they are probably going to stop to tell me how precious my baby is. They didn’t. As they got closer one of them said to the other one “When I have a baby I’m going to be a hot mom.”
Like 112 things went through my mind at that moment and I wanted to scream all of them at those girls. Some were mean and some were pathetic and desparate.
“Sure you will be! Because all 16 year old moms in the trailer park are hot! Just ask their baby daddy-a.k.a their first cousin!”
“I used to be hot too! You can ask my husband!”
“Let’s see how hot you are when you constantly smell like sour milk and poop and haven’t slept more than two hours at a time!”
“Bite me skinny little bitches!”
“You just wait- I’ll be hot again one day!”
“Oh yeah, well I bet your mom was hot before she had you! That’s why your dad had sex with her! Picture. That. Girls.”
Although I didn’t actually say anything back to them, I did laugh out loud. I can’t really be (too) mad when that is totally something I would have said as a younger me. Hopefully I would have been nice enough to say it out of earshot.
So when I hit that wall of exhaustion during my daily (ok, not today or yesterday but every other day I swear) workout- either running walking very fast behind my double jogging stroller or in body pump class I keep going by reminding myself of my goal to reach the status of “hot mom”. And it helps to keep replaying in my head those kind words of encouragement from those sweet, sweet girls (who are now 18 and have two children by two different first cousins.)
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