Tuesday, December 9, 2008

It's The Unexpected Moments

I've posted about my fitness routine (routine isn't really the right word these days). I'm currently in a pedometer challenge. I recently challenged myself to 10 days of 10K Steps and achieved that goal. The challenge ends on 12/21. I slacked off this past weekend but was back on track as of yesterday. I also feel as though the holiday treats are catching up with me. I don't measure or weigh myself. But I notice how my clothes fit. My pants had been getting pretty loose, tops fitting better. And that has started to backslide, at least in my opinion. I was walking down a long hallway today toward a fellow employee that I see daily but she doesn't ever speak much. I expected to just exchange pleasant hellos. Instead, she stopped me and went on and on about how my training is paying off and she can really see a difference... Wow! Talk about making my day!! She has witnessed Christy and I in the empty break room in mid-afternoon, doing laps around a section of tables. And we've invited her to join us. But she always looks a little embarrassed and "promises" to join us next time. But to know that other people see a difference is a big deal to me. I know my view of myself isn't always accurate. After that exchange, I got to thinking... about sabotage. And I came to a realization. The main thing I have to get rid of is the fatty and loose belly. But I have a confession to make. I love my belly. Sometimes I hate it, too. But the reason I have that jiggly, flappy, bumpy belly is because I grew babies in there. I grew the 2 most precious babies... little lives that have taught me lessons about love, patience, passion, humor, and more. And I think part of me is afraid of losing that nest, that special little home. I don't want to be pregnant again. Don't misunderstand (especially all of you who thought I was about to announce another pregnancy!). But I have to admit that I treasure my belly pooch. It's also a fudge and hot chocolate and cookies and pie and chocolate and cheese and fast food pooch. That part I don't love so much. But that little hangy down part at the bottom showed up after the birth of Teapot and became more pronounces after the birth of Zappy. And, on a random note, I feel it is very important that you know that I am not wearing boring white undies as the pic seems to show. The waistband is white but the underwear has coral and purple flowers everywhere. I'm just sayin'...

7 comments:

Mrs4444 said...

You are too funny; worried about we think about your undies, but not about your belly :) Love that. We might be sisters separated at birth... check out this post (towards the end of it) http://www.halfpastkissintime.com/2008/06/notes-from-road-part-3.html

P.S. Nice to meet you! And thanks for popping in to my sister's blog :)

Dina Roberts said...

I love that you love your belly.

Mine looks a lot like yours. I love it sometimes, and sometimes I'm brainwashed by women's magazines and think it should be perfectly flat and not jiggly.

Boozy Tooth said...

Props for the belly photo, Liz. I like it! Looks familiar.

And the more I get to know you, the more I love you, belly and all.

Valerie said...

You inspire me Liz...I do NOT like my belly. When I got pregnant with Miss Moon she was not planned, and although I didn't hate the idea of a baby (I was nervous since I had JUST bought my wedding dress), I wasn't ready to say goodbye to my old body..it wasn't the best, but I knew it would be "worse".

Now that I'm 2 lbs away from where I was before I had Miss Moon (which is great because I gained insane amounts of weight with the two pregnancies so close together), I look at my body and just all out sigh (or cry). I have smaller bum and legs, biggers hips and belly, and more giggles on my back...And let's not get started on the boobs...

Last night I actually cried about my belly, its just a loose, jiggly cave of skin with a layer of fat/flesh attached.

I think you are extremely courageous to post a belly of your belly! Today I think I'll try to just accept this belly, and try to be proud of the two babies this belly grew!

Thanks Liz :)

Garret said...

I hate my belly and I'm a guy. I want it gone.

Garret

Lisa said...

You have such a great attitude Liz. The more I get to know you through your blog (and mine!) the more I like and admire you. As you know, I've been dealing with some body image issues. The growing babies part? Oh yes, that part is precious to me. The flab, getting older, eating too much ice cream part? Eh. Anyway, thanks for this post.

yodaobi said...

I totally know what you mean about how good it feels when other people notice.
pls. see blog: http://shrinkingyoda.blogspot.com/2007/10/aaaaaahhh-to-be-noticed.html

I was a weight watcher last year and lost about 15kgs (it's mostly come back due to bad luck with health added with lazyness and takeaways)