I’ve made no secret of the fact that I have been working hard for months and months to try and reclaim some of my body. You know-mostly the space between my neck and my upper thighs. My feet and ears look fabulous.
Pumping iron – serious iron. Bike and more bike. Cardio. Dips and sways and squats. (This sounds like induced labor and it feels like it.) Chips be gone. Licorice be gone. Beer be mostly gone. Some of the wine be gone – a girl has to have something for God’s sake. French fry’s? I laugh in your face! Yes, it is a lifestyle even if I cheat because I am a grown woman.
Let’s get real here. I’m fifty-six. This body has been rode hard and put away wet. Some parts of my body are so exhausted they ain’t going back. But, to be honest, I just wanted to feel better, to see where I could go, to try really hard not to be able to balance a glass on my stomach.
I am far from done but today I had a big moment. I was dressing for something I will tell you about soon. I put on a nice white skirt and then fished around for a top that didn’t have a hole in it. Naturally, when I put it on, I did not tuck it in.
Then I thought about my daughter. She is tall and beautiful and mostly wears Saran Wrap. “Tuck it in mom.” This she says over and over. So I tucked it in.
Holy crap! I didn’t look too bad. There was just a little poof down there and not a big poof. I stood in front of the damn mirror for so long I almost fainted. My skirt was actually so loose I need to go down a size.
And then I did something brave. I left it tucked in and I went out in public!!!!
Yes, I’m celebrating with a lovely glass of dark red. I’ve put in my miles today, did my push-ups, and the shoulder weights thing-be. And – HEY RACHEL!!!!!! MAMA TUCKED IT IN!!!!!!!!!