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'...