Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Take Good Care of Yourself....

That is what my after lunch Dove Promise told me to do.  My other Promise told me to "Keep the promises you make to yourself."  Believe me, I have been trying.  I'm back on the Weight Watchers horse hoping to lose the last 20 pounds once and for all.  I've been walking the dog, cleaning the house, washing the dishes, and getting us to our various playgroups, pre-school and church.  I have meals planned out for the week and got my cleaning schedule organized for the week.  However, I feel like I'm still falling short.  When everything feels like its all in order, something happens that makes me feel like I'm missing the boat.  Take yesterday for example.

On Monday Riley and I always go to the gym.  I dropped him off at the nursery, had a great workout that left me tired and sweaty and headed down to the locker room to shower and get ready.  I started to unpack my gym bag and realized a few vital pieces were missing.  I forgot a towel and a change of clothes.  All I could think was "Are you freakin' kidding me?!"  I sat down to think.  I had a few options: I could go get Riley, go home and stick him in front of the tv and shower at home (but that rarely works), I could wipe myself off with baby wipes or I could take my shower and dry off with a few of the gym towels and change my clothes when I get home.  I chose my final option.  All while I'm going through this, there were a couple "with it" moms discussing Arbonne cosmetics on the other side of the lockers as they applied their mascara.  There is a mother who is always in the locker room with her toddler getting ready when I go down to take my shower.  I know it's only a matter of time before my turn comes to be hit up to host an Arbonne party so I avoid her and her toddler son that she keeps with her in the locker room (Hello!  There's an awesome nursery upstairs!) like the plague.  I ran upstairs and grabbed a couple towels from the gym.  These towels were really more like an oversized washcloth.  I got to the shower and stripped myself down in a bathroom stall.  Just as I was completely undressed, I see a little hand creeping under the stall door.  The next thing I know, I am joined in the stall by Arbonne Lady's toddler.  He crawls under the door and laughs with pride as I am standing there naked as a sweaty jaybird.  "No, no no!  You need to go back to your mom!" I tell him as sternly as possible.  He crawls back out as his mother asks where her little bear went.  I stealthly run from the bathroom to the shower and manage to shower, run through the locker room past the "with it" moms stark naked and get back into my sweaty work out clothes and make it home without much more drama.  All I could think about was maybe if I was a little more organized, maybe if I did a little more laundry, maybe if... 

Maybe I need to be a little easier on myself.  I took good care of myself, set a good example for my son, and kept the promise to myself to work out more. 

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