Yesterday was Monday all day long. You know, it was one of those days – I woke up late, got to work, had annoying coworkers to deal with, and then at 3:40 my son calls me and says he has to go to a “meet the football team” thing (he plays in the school band and they had to be there). I hate it when unexpected things pop up like that, but I got home and made a quick dinner then we went to the football field. As I sat in the bleachers, I noticed not the overweight folks who were there, but all the moms who looked to be about my age. I noticed A LOT of these women who were 35-45 years of age were THIN. Not mildly overweight, not chubby, not “need to lose ten pounds”, but there seemed to be a bunch of them that were slender, normal weight women. Whatever direction I looked there was a mom whose body I wistfully envied.
My self esteem took a swan dive right about then.
You know how when you get a new car, suddenly every car on the road is the same kind as yours? Or when you get pregnant, baby bumps are every where you look? Usually I notice women who are overweight like I am, but last night all I could see were the thin moms. After the program, I stood waiting for my son and had a chance to really look at these women. They weren’t skinny, they didn’t look like they paid a lot of money to look the way they do, they just looked like they didn’t eat too much and probably exercised regularly. They were normal moms who didn’t have a weight problem. Every-freaking-where I looked, there they were…showing me what I could have been if I had just taken a different path.
Or what I COULD look like if I keep to the path I am on. I remember thinking the all to familiar phrase “I need to do something about my weight.” And then my next thought was “I AM doing something about it. Right now. I’m doing something by eating dinner early and not snacking the rest of the evening. I’m doing something by tracking my calories and walking. It may not be noticeable yet, but I am doing something about it.” And that simple thought made me feel so much better! Yes, it might take a while to get there (Go Turtles!) but if I just keep doing what I’m doing, I WILL get there.
Maybe by next year’s Meet the Football Team night, I’ll be one of those thin moms. (Fingers crossed!)