Oh boy. I haven't posted much because I've been working out lots, getting in my P90X workouts, plus my extra cardio workouts too. Even Rico the Poolboy (as I affectionately call my husband) has been going for 4 mile walks with me, bless his heart! I have been journaling my food, and cooking healthy. All in all, a good start to the 90 day plan I have committed myself to doing.
Then yesterday, my daughter comes home, and looks a little crabby, but doesn't tell me why. I come to find out later in the evening, that some little eff-bag on her bus was teasing her that I was so fat.... WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH. (That is obviously the wind being drop kicked out of my sails.)
Growing up with the "stigma" of an overweight mother was horrible. I was teased more than I care to remember for her weight. Her lack of hygiene. Her looks. You name it.... And I swore a long time ago that I would never embarrass my children that way, but I have failed in that area as a mother.
So, I have two options. Last night I chose option number one which was to cry myself to sleep. I bawled like a little freaking baby. I let myself have that delightful pity party for one and get it out of my system.
And today? My mind is in the right place. My shoes are on my feet. My water bottle is filled. My P90X video for the day is cued up and waiting for me to finish this article.
I could wax all day about how cruel children can be, but I will not let this little shit break my spirit. I will not let my children suffer for my gluttony any longer. I will do this. I will break this cycle of fat moms. I will set a good healthy example for my children. I will lose this weight once and for all and be a fit and healthy mom.
And if she happens to punch him in the nose next time he makes a comment like that.....