Do you ever find that you can go along for days and weeks and even months feeling like you are on a pretty even keel and then something happens that makes you once again FULLY AWARE of your particular kind of crazy?
I’ve been struggling with feeling comfortable in my skin lately, more so than usual. Part of it comes from the fact that the kiddo turned three last week and I had the uncomfortable realization that I weigh the exact same right now as the day I delivered him. Ouch. I didn’t gain very much weight when I was pregnant with him (about 15-16 pounds) but still.
Part of it comes from the fact that we had a family photo session scheduled for this morning and I get super nervous about how I look in pictures, which is why A) we’ve never had family pictures taken and B) there are probably 20 pictures (if that) of me and the boy in his first three years.
Our photographer is a friend and I saw a couple of the pictures of the kid and they look great but I’m still totally nervous about how I’m going to look in the pictures. I’m afraid that I’m not going to be able to see past the weight and like any of the pictures with me in them.
I went swimming this afternoon and did the longest swim I’ve done in a long while (2000 yards). I’ve got about two months before the Bayfield swim and I’m determined to be better prepared than I was last year.
I want to feel fast.