This weekend the fam and I went to the mall and had dinner at our staple–Chick-Fil-A. I know, I know; a mom that loves Chick-Fil-A? How cliche. But everything you’ve heard about how awesome they are is true. Plus, now they have an app with which I can earn points and get free food. The only two words I love more than “free food” is “long nap”. Anyway, I’m getting off topic.
So we’re at the mall… The rest of the fam goes to JC Penney while Huff the Tot and I go snag some PocketBacs from Bath and Body Works (buy three, get two free for the win!). Then we went to Candyopolis because yes, I resort to bribery to get my kid to behave. And a patient toddler gets a Tootsie Pop.
While we’re in the candy store I say, “Hermione, come pick out a sucker.” The worker hears me and says, “Oh, I love her name! That’s so awesome!”
“Thanks,” I say. “We’re big Harry Potter fans.”
When we go to pay for Huff the Tot’s candy-coated bribe, the woman asks, “So what are you going to name this one?” and rubs her stomach.
At first, I didn’t think I heard her right. “I’m sorry?” I asked.
“Are you going to name this one a Harry Potter name too?” she questioned.
I couldn’t believe what she was asking. Did I really look like I was pregnant? I mean, yeah, I’ve still got 10 pounds of baby weight on me, but I was actually feeling pretty confident about myself earlier that day.
Thankfully, Huff the Tot started taking stuffed animals off of a shelf distracting me and another customer came in, distracting the store clerk.
We walked to JC Penney, me still in shock over what had just transpired and I tried to not cry/go back and punch the girl. Normally, I wouldn’t get too worked up about something like that. I’m of the school of thought where if you don’t like me, I really don’t care. I don’t have time or energy for that foolishness. But that comment hurt. Legitimately hurt.
I guess its because I feel like I’ve been doing a pretty good job of not completely losing my ever-loving mind every single day that putting any effort into my looks has fallen by the wayside. True, I have been doing strength training about 2-3 times a week, but that’s about it.
But seriously though, it took me nine months to gain the baby weight, it’s gonna take about that (or more!) to take off! (Probably more since I’m breastfeeding.) And not only that, but I’ve popped out TWO kids. My body is never going to go back exactly the way it was before kids. A nurse at the hospital when I had Huff the Babe said it best, “Your body is like a balloon that’s been inflated and then deflated; it’s never going to go back exactly how it was.”
The sooner we ladies accept that, I think the better off we’ll be. Jennifer Garner said it best:
And you know what? I should be PROUD of my body. I have run two half marathons, a full marathon, hiked up Diamond Head three times, as well as carried, birthed, AND fed two babies with this body of mine. So yeah, I may have a bump. But you know what? I’ve also got AWESOME.