I AM Modern Magazine for Moms

For any of you who’ve watched Oprah when she did a show on the benefits of a well-fitting bra must RUN to Trousseau Limited in Vienna. What an unbelievable shop! I went there for the first time about 6 months ago when friends nicely suggested that I should check it out. What they were really saying was that the ‘girls’ were hanging too low and too close to my navel.

Picture this: I’m in Orlando. It’s 2:00PM, 86 degrees, the sun is shining and I have about 3 hours before I have anything to do. I think, “how nice it would be to sit by the poolside and read a little bit.” There is no one here that I know or will run into, so I put on my bathing suit. YIKES! I walk as far as I can away from people. I’m wearing a bathing suit cover from the top of my neck to my ankles. I take off my wrap and quickly lie down on the lounge chair. But just in case (any of these strangers) see my tummy roll, I have a towel draped around my middle. “How ridiculous do I look?” I think. I’m not enjoying reading anymore, because now I’m all caught up in making sure I’m not showing off any rolls. I get up and put my bathing suit cover back on.

I’ve mentioned before that I have some really great friends. They accept me for who I am (most of the time) and put up with my craziness and “New York ways.” They are such good friends, except for one major flaw: WHY do they all have to be so thin?

So, I wake up on Monday AM, just not feeling my usual peppy self. I go through the day doing my normal thing. Go to sleep earlier than usual. Tuesday, about the same, but now I have a cough that feels like I’m cracking a rib or two. I’m doing the honey and lemon thing, I’m taking ibuprofen like I own stock in the company. Interestingly enough, I have no appetite. I HAVE NO APPETITE. “I might be on to something,” I think in my delirium.

I hate back fat. I hate back fat almost as much as I hate stomach rolls (but that’s another article). I long for the days when I could put on a bathing suit and not feel like a sausage that was cased too tightly. I yearn for that time when, dancing with my husband, I didn’t need to strategically move his hand from the lumps on my back. As I continue to lose weight (2 more pounds this AM—YEAH!!!!), I notice that my clothes feel better, my rings will need to be fixed, I can actually contemplate wearing a belt, I exercise, but even after all that--I still have that back fat. I do own some Spanx (support undergarment), and I love the way it makes me look, but with summer coming I can’t wear Spanx on the beach. Which reminds me.

Starting a new fitness routine is often a daunting task. Sticking to one is next to impossible , especially when your excuses easily outnumber reasons to persevere.

I had a lot of running around to do yesterday and a couple of photo shoots (I’m a photographer). My early afternoon shoot ended up going later than expected and I was absolutely ravenous by around 2:00 PM. On my way home, I stopped to pick up something at a Baja Fresh. Typically, I would have ordered a Vegetarian Bare Burrito (no rice), but I was starving (always a bad thing) and decided to order a Vegetarian Burrito instead.

I got home and took a bite. Delicious. How fattening could it be? I thought. Just for the heck of it I Googled Vegetarian Burrito Baja Fresh Calorie.

Over 850 calories. YIKES.

So this snowy/icy couple of days have been difficult for my lifestyle change. Being stuck in the house made me realize that what I really needed was healthy foods to be the only thing I see when I opened the refrigerator or pantry. So, I took the opportunity, when the weather got a little better this afternoon, and did just that. I filled my cart with things that I wouldn’t feel bad about eating small quantities of.