so at the risk of sounding bitter....
i am not going to say i had an awful pregnancy or that i have had a horrible time getting back to a semi-recognizable version of myself. for the most part, things are where they should be.. maybe a little shifted, but in the same general vicinity. usually i can handle that. and then there are days like today, when i see that woman, 8 months pregnant and still has ankles smaller than mine. or the woman 3 months post partum with bicep definition. WTF.
my neighbor is this woman. well, i haven't see her pregnant and her kid is a tiny bit older than mine.. but i guarantee you she looked amazing pregnant, and 3 months after being pregnant. how do i know that? because she struts her little bikini clad body around on her deck (which i can clearly see from mine) as she watches her two little girls play with their tiny puppy. ugh. who makes legs that long? and thin? and hair that thick and shiny? what is she? an amazon? an alien? or just my own personal form of punishment? also, how does your one year old look so cute in her dresses and pigtails playing with the puppy? my son eats dirt. not figuratively. literally.
you would think that would be great motivation for me to work out. put the effort in, take control. nope. I will bury my bitterness in the cheetos in the cupboard, and top it with some cheese, and maybe make another dozen chocolate chip cookies that won't quite make it out of the house.
*sigh*
She probably spends all her time and money on a full-time personal trainer named Storm (who probably has short-man syndrome), and sends her kids to a shady day care, hence buying them a puppy to try and buy back their love. You are better than that :)
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