TMI Thursday #3

Here we go again...
So if I were to be any other animal it would have to be a cat. I absolutely hate the water. I don't like swimming pools, I don't really like baths, and the first solar shower that comes out is mine. Don't get the wrong idea here , every day I do indeed get as mad as a wet cat. I put off the inevitable for as long as possible, but just like a cat I can't stand to be dirty and don't like to sweat either for that matter, but until I can't stand it anymore, I can find many many things to do besides take a shower.
This hasn't changed since back when I was single and dating(and a mom too).
I was dating this one guy, I'll call him Clint cause that was his name, and we had a hot date planned later, when he got off work(he managed a local video store so I didn't expect him til after 9). After I got B to bed I decided that I should shower-for the second time that day-because it had been at least 12 hours since the last one and well you know how that goes. But taking into consideration my dislike for water and the sense that I had plenty of time I started straightening the house. And preparing for my shower.

This entailed a similar mental process to the whole fight or flight thing with me taking off more and more clothes and still cleaning up.
Over the course of an hour or so I ended up naked with no idea what time it was, still not showered, vacuuming the living room rug.

I had been dating Clint for quite awhile and would leave the door unlocked for him.
He still knocked of course but would just walk on in.
With the vacuum going I couldn't hear anything.

Imagine my complete and utter shock and embarrassment when he opened the door and there I was in all my glory, vacuum in hand.

I dropped to the floor like I had been shot, completely mortified.

He, however, thought it was the most awesome thing he had ever seen and assured me I was the fulfilment of every pizza delivery boys dream "and look, I even have a pizza!" he says.

7 inches

The time for me to make you writhe with envy and possibly turn you against me forever has come. But these pictures are so worth it.


Let me show you what a little over 25 pounds translates to when you are a smidge over 5 feet tall.





First the belt. I bought it over a year ago and wore it on the third hole then. And then one day, I had to wear it on the last hole.


That was in about March.


Wow, nearly a year ago.


Anyway as you know I decided that that was just ridiculous.


Really.


I had made it back to the second hole in the belt (a little tight but hey-I could do it!)when the food poisoning struck back in June.


Since then I have had to tighten my belt past the actual holes and into the flower cutouts.


I was thrilled when I had to do it the first time and let me tell you, moving it to the second set of flower cuttouts a couple of weeks ago, I think I was dancing around the house!


I didn't think to wash that mirror(It's in baby's room) before I started snapping but the proof is there!


There is also proof that I have been pregnant more than once and l wear those marks gladly-proudly even.

And ignore the mess, I have better things to do than pick up after Baby every five minutes.


Like take pictures of my hot self!

I love myself

Today I committed to writing one thing I love about myself.


Sorry Head Possum, I forgot to post the guidelines.


They go something like this.


I write something I love/like about myself.


And you, my readers do the same in the comments.


I in return will tell you what I like about you.





So here goes.





I love that I finally had to courage to take my body back from grief.


Being strong enough to be the person I want to be physically and emotionally is a constant challenge and I am glad to take on the task every day.


I love that I have the courage to sport my super red hair. It is so red, so vibrant and to me reflects my newfound bravery in first recognizing what I want and then being bold enough to go for it. Looking back and smiling at the people who are taken aback by the sheer redness of my hair does something for me.


I am not ashamed.


I am brave.


I love my body.


I love myself.

Your turn.