What do you see?

I love this Children's book.  If Barbie were to jump into this book, it would be:

Brown Bear Brown Bear What Do You See?

I see Barbie looking at me.

There were two yes count them two perfect Barbie moms that showed up to the 6th grade dance today. Seriously Blond, Perfect Bodies, Perfect clothes and not a hair out of place.

I wanted to offer them a cookie maybe a dozen.

Now if I were to look at all the moms there today and you were to ask me what I saw...

I saw several very Beautiful women.  Many not so perfect, ALL there for the sole purpose of supporting their child.

Back to the two Barbies

It made me uncomfortable with me.

I know these two, they love their kids, love their families, work out at the gym every day and have the discipline to not eat the DARN cookie.

 I kind of don't like them, because it reminds me I don't have that discipline and will never appear that perfect, I always have a hair out of place.

Then suddenly I felt very insecure about who I am and...HOLY COW all those feelings from jr high and high school came flooding back.

WA-OOAH have I not grown up?  Am I not past all of that?

I am a big believer in working with what God has given you and confidence in what you have 

 is darn attractive.

Gonna have to think about it.

Stand Tall and Strong is the new Skinny

If you know me you know I am tall for a girl 5'11.  My mom who is about 5'9 was always telling us to stand up straight, pull your shoulders back and tuck in your tummy.  In other words NO SLOUCHING.  Now I must admit when I see girls / women my age that are starting to slouch before they are even 40 in my humble opinion it is not attractive.  Speaking of attractive, my husband who is about my same height says confidence is sexy.  So even now when my mom isn't here to poke me in-between the shoulders... when I pass a mirror I throw back shoulders, suck in my tummy and stand a little taller.  Weight has never been an easy thing for me.  Bless those genetics.  It's also apparent to me be it a wiring thing or a learned behavior, I think about food.  There is no skipping of meals, or forgetting to eat.  If I don't eat I get cranky, light headed and down right ornery.  This conversation yesterday needs to be logged because it's been 24hours and I am still shaking my head.
Me and a friend -
Me: Look at you, you're back in your jeans and your baby is barely 6 weeks old.  Nice job! (I seriously meant this because my baby weight takes about 2 years, blood sweat and tears to come off! )
Friend:  I know it's just fallen off, I'm skinnier now than before I got pregnant.
hmm ok I'm happy to hand out compliments but lets not go over-board.
Me: Really that is great, good for you, what did you do to get it off?
Friend: I just don't eat, I don't have time. I'm just too busy
**small pet peeve of mine*** do not tell me how busy you are because EVERYONE is busy
Me: Really? Doesn't that affect your milk?
Friend: No the baby seems to be fine
Me: Well good for you
Friend: I know it's great to have it come off so fast.
I wanted to punch her.  But in all honesty I was just jealous.
It was a good reminder we are all created just a little bit different.  And she is probably 'skinnier' than I am...it's just not the skinny I'm going for (see picture above)

Feeding the Family

I am pondering what to stock in my pantry and fridge.  I grew up in a house where my mom did NOT want the 'crap' on the shelf.  Thus when my dad would bring treats home or we found a bag of chips at a friends house we PIGGED out.  I noticed with some of the families I babysat for they had the crap on the shelves but because it was always there it wasn't a big deal and they usually chose to skip over it.

Junk Free January

Goes down nicely in a pretty glass.