After dropping off my oldest at school, I could no longer resist the urge. I headed for donuts. I knew I would have full support of the rest of the kids at home. I may even win mom of the year walking through the door with sprinkled donuts in hand. I have a bit more refined palette so I go for the mega deluxe cream filled donut. The breakfast of champions! Yes, I did feel kinda guilty about this whole donut run. Who needs a 20 grams of fat or more in one little sugar snack anyway? I also have been trying to remember that I plan on loosing weight. I think I have about a dozen or more extra donuts on my 5 foot frame.
So, in the midst of me driving back home, donut stuffed in my mouth, coffee in my car’s cup holder, and the radio blaring in the background, I see something that made choke on the cream center of my donut. I spot a runner. A woman running. Not running from someone or running across the street…an honest to goodness, Under Armor wearing, live, runner. Suddenly I felt a hippo! The fat on my body multiplied by tenfold…and I mean folds! The weight on my mind for not working out for…forever…not to mention the weight on my thighs became all too apparent. How dare that image of Miss Thing come into my view as I was trying to enjoy my 50 grams of fat and 1000 empty calories for the day!
In a moment of strength…a Helen Reddy, I AM WOMAN, kind of roar came out of me and I decided that I would ENJOY MY DONUT and my COFFEE WITH FULL FAT CREAMER!
Tomorrow, I’ll get back into my workout routine and greenie organic salad eating mentality. You can’t do it all in a day but you also can’t loose 20 pounds just dreaming about it. Not that weight loss for vanity sake is my thing. I care more about health. Who am I kidding? I want to look good. I want people to stop and say, “WOW”! But, that’s a prideful thought so I’ll stick with my story of wanting to be healthy.
Seriously, there is no greater feeling then a good workout. I have missed it for so long and really need to do that for myself. I need to start taking care of me, right? We, moms. need to care for ourselves so we can better care for our families. That does not involve stressing over a little weight. That involves staying healthy. (and fitting into those jeans that mock me every time I have to reach past them to my fat clothes.)