I've been slacking this month. I've sneaked cookies, haven't been exercising and have probably been spending too much time working at the computer. It all caught up with me today when I got the Mother of all Critiques:
"You look pregnant. I bet you are," a mom said in one of the postpartum groups I teach with the Therapist at the women's fitness center today.
"No. I'm just fat," I replied.
Mortified, the mom voiced that she wanted to run out of the room. Trying to be a professional, I said, "Oh, I get that all the time being a maternity nurse. The baby walked out 5 years ago. It's just where your life is...etc.," and I quickly switched the conversation topic.
I can guarantee with almost 99% certainty that I'm not pregnant. If it were true, I would be carrying the Messiah.
I better get my act together before I venture out in a bathing suit before Iceland's Aryan Viking gods.
About Me
- TrophyWifeResolution
- Despite many failed attempts to exercise more, eat better, and take better care of myself, I've decided to make the "Trophy Wife Resolution." Since I am the complete anti-thesis of a trophy wife, let's see if I can rise to the challenge!
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