I HATE being in a swimsuit in public. But, the kiddos are in swim lessons and in order for Amelia to partake, I must be in the water with her. So, I donned the lycra pieces I have and went to the water. Now, I hate suits for a couple of reasons. One, I am as white as an albino, and don't think its nice to blind the poor pool patrons. Two, I am fat. Nuff said. Three: I have some beastly scars on my leg and people STARE. Now, I understand that when one sees a mangled leg its hard not to look. I look when I see people with injuries, but I don't stare. I don't even care when KIDS stare. Its when the other moms are looking around and they focus on it and look and look and look...its like, come ON lady....if it was just cellulite (which the genetic gods have not hit me too hard with) you wouldn't stare...Luckily, I usually have a sense of humor about the situation and let it go. but there were LOTS of 'starers' today. Oh well, they had better get used to it.
I digress...I looked terrible. the bottoms weren't so bad, but the top was horrible. First, and excuse me if this is TMI, but my boobs are not amazing. I have breastfed two kids. They aren't perky like they were 10 years ago, and this swimsuit shows that. Next, when I gain weight, one of the first places I gain is my back boobs. Couldn't I just move that fat to the front and make my real boobs fantastic??? (Heavenly Father, this is a design idea for later...just sayin') Anyway, it gave me even MORE incentive to stick to the diet. And you know what? I was awesome today at the pool, surrounded by vending machines. I stuck to my protein bar and water and was very proud of myself. The reward is not instantaneous, but it will come. and when it does, I will only have one set of boobs. :)
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