This is going to be one awful, ugly, truthful post. Because it needs to be said.
Ugh. This morning I was getting dressed – – or trying to – – because I was actually leaving the house and going someplace other than the grocery store, library, and preschool. I was going on a playdate with my friend and her daughter.
As I was rummaging through my meager closet, my mind started wandering back to the day before I was married – before I had kids – before life sort of took me over – – – I used to be fashionable. Stop laughing. Seriously. You’re making a fool of yourself now.
It’s true. I did use to be fashionable. I would go to the mall and spend hours picking out the latest fashions – even before my other friends were wearing them. I still remember the awesome black and white stripe bell bottom pants I wore to work with these even more awesome black platform sandals. I was young, I was hot, and I was happening.
I would shop at stores like American Eagle, Express, and Limited. I wouldn’t think twice about dropping $175 – $200 on an outfit from head to toe.
Fast forward 18 years, 1 marriage, 3 kids, and we won’t mention how many pounds and the clothes in my closet consists of sweatpants – mostly gray, some sweatshirts, and lots of t-shirts. I have one pair of jeans that don’t even fit me well and a few skirts for church.
Once I used to love getting dressed and now I absolutely can’t stand it. I despise trying to find clothing to cover bulges and bags. I get disgusted with myself and try to avoid mirrors at all costs.
Why do I torture myself like this? Of course I want that young, hot body back again, but pretty sure it’s not going to come back like it was before. It’s kind of like a tough and hard message from God – there are no rewinds in life. If I could rewind I would have put the doughnut down for goodness sake. I wouldn’t have indulged as much. Is there a way to fix it? Of course. Do I have the willpower? Not by myself. Do I even want to? Until this moment – not so much. This morning kind of sparked it for me. I’m tired – no, make that FED UP – with how I look and feel. NO MORE. It ends today. No more excuses – no more waiting for tomorrow – no more waiting for the magic pill to take it all away.
One day I will be older and I will look back at myself at this age and I don’t want to say “I wish I would have looked after myself better at 36.” I don’t want regrets. I want to look back and say, “36 was a turning point for me. It was the time I decided that I was worth it. That I was a child of God and that He created me and look what I did with the gift he gave me – my body. I chose the path of healthy living and treated my body like I was someone special. Like I was a princess of the Most High.
Today it stops. No. Today it BEGINS. A feeling of self-worth. A feeling of joy.
I sooo feel you on this one!
I’m with you, my friend! We’ll work on it together! I’ve been feeling the same way. With one exeption…I’ve never been fashionable, nor hot! =)
Love ya!
April