And with all of this, comes tension and anxiety. You know that phrase “tightly wrapped?” Well, if you’re a mother – you’ve been there. And it’s not only bad for us, but its no fun for our family. I feel my IBS flaring up just talking about this! And I know you’ve heard it all before, but this is one of these issues we just have to keep reminding ourselves about – because it can so easily creep up.
Archive for the ‘It's All About Me… Finally!’ Category
Putting my foot in it
September 18, 2011
A Little Dabble Do Ya!
December 7, 2009
Last year I dabbled in healthy lunches for the kids. I bought a dozen books and learned to hide spinach in Jello, lentils in home-made cookies and butternut squash in lasagna. Delicious! I thought it would last forever (My children imagined this also, to their dismay.) But, after awhile, I just stopped. Like a jilted lover left with no explanation, my healthy lunch cookbooks lay disillusioned on the kitchen counter. Did I lose interest in keeping my kids healthy? No, but I lost interest in the process. It was time to move on and learn something new. It was time for me to dabble in something else.
Gotta dance!
November 26, 2009
My instructor is endlessly patient, as I try to identify the muscle at the very top of my abdomen, up under my chest bone. Once I do that, she tells me, I will be able to work on rippling my muscles downward. HA! Then we will work on what the hips do during this process. HA HA! When I look in the mirror at my awkward attempts to tighten and loosen my muscles at will, I find myself either embarrassed or on the edge of hysteria.
Throw me a curve!
November 2, 2009
I know I can get jeans that I love if I’m willing to take out a second mortgage on my house or deprive my children of food for a few days, but neither option has made much sense to me. But, this weekend, I found the solution at the GAP. They have a variation on the jean, called THE CURVY.
I Accept!
August 21, 2009
This month, I am going to accept the fact that no matter how much I exercise and eat right, I will not be getting into the same jeans I wore before I had three beautiful babies. Phew! Now that I accept that, the first thing I am doing is going out and buying new jeans.
No time like the present!
August 2, 2009
But each time I tell myself to enjoy the moment, my mind veers off like a sleepy driver on a lonely stretch of highway. It wants to think about my to-do list. It wants to worry. It wants to hope for a better moment to come. It wants to imagine how great life would be if I could clean out the closet or lose 5 pounds. But, determined and committed, I trudge on.
