Tonight I did
something that liberated me from my pre-mommy existence. I grabbed every pair of thong panties from my
panty drawer and took them to the garbage.
Damn, it felt good. Scratch that,
it felt great. You see, every single day for the past 4 ½ years,
those thongs served as a grim reminder of the shape I was in prior to
pregnancy. Before motherhood, I had the
time and the firm behind to match my bra with my thong every day. I wouldn’t have been caught dead in anything
less. Oh, how time and life can change a
person. These days I consider it a
victory to simply find the time to put on a bra and panties.
After my son was
born in May 2008, I lost 20 of the 40 pounds that I gained during pregnancy
almost immediately, with zero effort on my part. Since I’d never in my life had to worry about
my weight, I had no reason to believe that this would be any different. Here I sit, with my 4 ½ year old “baby”
waiting for those remaining 20 pounds to disappear. I’ve come to the conclusion that they aren’t
going anywhere without a little help from me.
I don’t believe in dieting, but I believe in making healthy lifestyle changes
that can easily be incorporated into my current routine.
Getting rid of
those thongs allowed me to get rid of the daily reminder that I am no longer
123 pounds and no longer fit into a size 2.
I’m okay with this. I don’t need
to wear a size 2 to feel pretty or to feel healthy, but I don’t need those
teeny weenie thongs staring at my every time I open my panty drawer. I wear big girl panties now. They aren’t always pretty, but they serve a
purpose. One day at work when wearing a
particular pair of pants, one of my male friends (who happens to be gay) said
to me “Kelli Lynn, you need to wear a thong with those pants”. I replied “Yes, I realize that would be best,
however, I prefer that you see my panty line versus my butt dimples.” This is the reality that I live in as the
mother to a 4 ½ year old boy. My
priorities have shifted heavily to putting everyone, including my 3 Schnauzers,
before myself. I’m the last one to get
new clothes, shoes, and a haircut. I’m
usually the last one to eat dinner and I rarely find myself sitting down to
relax at the end of an evening. I’m the
one that takes care of everyone else first and I wouldn’t have it any other
way, but I’m trying to find the time to make myself a priority because I
deserve it. And my family deserves the
best me that I can give them, so I’m giving it a shot.
Once I rid myself
of these last 20 pounds, I’m going to buy myself new thongs. Who says a 35 year old mother can’t wear
thongs? Not me. If my butt isn’t jiggling, I’m going to rock
those babies just like I did in my 20’s.
I don’t intend to let this aging thing get the best of me. I’m going to get the best of aging. This might be too much information for some
of you, but I’m okay with that. I’m a
mature adult (for the most part) and I assume that you are too.
