Ego Boost
Last weekend, on April 5, I attended a couple of reunion activities during my college homecoming weekend. Although the weekend overall was very stressful for me (I felt a combination of worry and guilt over leaving my girls for a few hours), I did get a couple of ego boosts which made me feel that I haven't let myself go as much as I'd feared.
First, when I'm at my sorority open house on Saturday afternoon, I run into a couple of old friends that I haven't seen in more than 15 years. At first, Jen told me that I looked exactly the same, but later, she said that she thinks I actually look better. "It's all smoke and mirrors," I joke, but I mean it. I feel like I am barely keeping it together. But a couple of hours later at a football game, someone else told me the same thing.
As we're taking a group picture, one of my friends says: "You're only as old as your roots show." Thank God I had mine done.
Later, on my way to the evening's festivities, I stop at a gas station and a young man comes up to me and starts blatantly flirting. I had asked another guy in his car to help me take the gas cap off, and so his opening line was: "How is it you don't know how to take the gas cap off your car?" Immediately I say: "Because my husband always gets gas for me." (Pathetic, I know, but true.) End of story, I think. But he proceeds to flirt away and tells me that I am perfect from head to toe. Flattering as this is, I inform him that he is half my age. After trying to convince me he's 25 (I know 25 - I tell him - I was there once) he finally fesses up and tells me he's 19. Gulp. He is exactly half my age. All this while I am pumping gas. Finally, at the event, the lead singer hands me his card and asks me to call him. I am literally flabbergasted. I am almost back, I think, and it feels fabulous.
Spring is a crazy-busy time for me, and as I see no end in sight (our church conference, guests and Lola's 2nd birthday party occupy much of the next couple of weeks) I've decided I need to take baby steps, since my time is so limited. So every day I am going to chronicle those baby steps, rather than feeling guilty because I didn't do something major enough to blog about. Tonight, I'm going to do a skin treatment. And tomorrow, I'm finally going to make an appointment with my dermatologist and investigate peels, Botox, and all the other fabulous things I couldn't do while pregnant. And, I'm going to start small with my yoga and my Dr. Oz program, and get through a couple of things a week. Baby steps, for sure, but still a start.
First, when I'm at my sorority open house on Saturday afternoon, I run into a couple of old friends that I haven't seen in more than 15 years. At first, Jen told me that I looked exactly the same, but later, she said that she thinks I actually look better. "It's all smoke and mirrors," I joke, but I mean it. I feel like I am barely keeping it together. But a couple of hours later at a football game, someone else told me the same thing.
As we're taking a group picture, one of my friends says: "You're only as old as your roots show." Thank God I had mine done.
Later, on my way to the evening's festivities, I stop at a gas station and a young man comes up to me and starts blatantly flirting. I had asked another guy in his car to help me take the gas cap off, and so his opening line was: "How is it you don't know how to take the gas cap off your car?" Immediately I say: "Because my husband always gets gas for me." (Pathetic, I know, but true.) End of story, I think. But he proceeds to flirt away and tells me that I am perfect from head to toe. Flattering as this is, I inform him that he is half my age. After trying to convince me he's 25 (I know 25 - I tell him - I was there once) he finally fesses up and tells me he's 19. Gulp. He is exactly half my age. All this while I am pumping gas. Finally, at the event, the lead singer hands me his card and asks me to call him. I am literally flabbergasted. I am almost back, I think, and it feels fabulous.
Spring is a crazy-busy time for me, and as I see no end in sight (our church conference, guests and Lola's 2nd birthday party occupy much of the next couple of weeks) I've decided I need to take baby steps, since my time is so limited. So every day I am going to chronicle those baby steps, rather than feeling guilty because I didn't do something major enough to blog about. Tonight, I'm going to do a skin treatment. And tomorrow, I'm finally going to make an appointment with my dermatologist and investigate peels, Botox, and all the other fabulous things I couldn't do while pregnant. And, I'm going to start small with my yoga and my Dr. Oz program, and get through a couple of things a week. Baby steps, for sure, but still a start.
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