Now to be fair (to me) this is one of those little Ben and Jerry's containers, with only four servings per container. And I know how much ice cream I can eat out of said container, for it to equal 1/4 of the container (or pretty darn close). So, just as I was about to finish up my 1/4 of the container, he spied me. "Ash, do you really want to get ready for Mexico?" He says this because A) we are going to Mexico in three weeks (yeah!) and B) I have told him that I need to work out these next three weeks to be swim suit ready. Now the idea of getting "swimsuit ready" in three weeks is laughable. It's not that I need to shed 100 pounds, but looking like something other than the female-version of "Mr. Burns", from the Simpson's, would be nice.
So I say "Yes, I want to get ready for Mexico."
And he says, "Well you can help me by reminding me not to eat cheese at night (his comfort food), and I will help you."
"What do I need help with?" I ask.
Now, I know that this appears to be a loaded question, but it wasn't. I sincerely wanted his opinion.
He looked at me like a deer, caught in the headlights, I am sure thinking, dear God, what have I gotten myself in to??!!
"I'm being honest," I say, "we don't own a full length mirror and I could be obese for all I know. So, what should I be working on?"
"Well, your not obese." (thanks sweetie. that makes me feel great)
"Well, then what should I be working on? Do I need to loose 5 or 10 pounds? Do I just need muscle?"
"Yeah, I think that muscle would be good". And then as fast as lightening, he was back to his office, I am sure breathing a sigh of relief that that conversation hadn't deteriorated in to what could have been a gory mess.
So, maybe I should have been a little offended. But I am not. I haven't taken great care of my body for a while. I mean, I'm not out shooting meth or anything, I just have been eating what I want, when I want and paying for it with low energy. I would justify that with "I'm pregnant" or "I'm nursing" or "I'm just going to be pregnant again" but now I don't have those excuses to fall back on. My body is not housing or feeding another soul, nor will it ever again. It belongs to me. And I am empowered by that. NO MORE EXCUSES. I don't want to be thin. I don't want to be a size so-and-so. I want to be healthy. I want to be able to hike and not be winded, run and not faint (isn't there some scripture along those lines) and so I begin...reuniting with my body.
3 comments:
You guys are so funny! I love Gavin, I can just see the "deer in the headlights" look on his face. I can also just picture the Vacuum cleaner coming out from time to time;)
And I'm sure he needs no reminder that he is married to one of the most beautiful people I know....I'm not just saying that. You know me, I don't "just say stuff to be nice!"
So, Cheers to being more healthy. I have a feeling you'll suceed!
um, you're skinny like the week after you give birth. you have the blessing of having genes that are conducive to the long, lithe body that most people covet. (like me, for one). oops, thou shalt not covet. I'm sure if I saw you RIGHT NOW I'd say you were ready to don that bathing suit for Mexico. So go have fun already!
Poor dudes, they just can't win on topics of their wives' bodies. Marc learned that early on. We're excited to see Gav tomorrow for dinner--wish you guys were here too! love ya
With every bone in my body I am trying to feel bad for you but the fact that you have had three kids and have a better body than me ain't making the tears come! I love you and you crack me up!
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