Let's see, where do I begin? Let's go back to Saturday, no wait, Saturday morning even. I am really trying hard (more like hardly trying, but it's almost the same) to get back into my pre-baby body (which a friend told me today that she thought I was too thin, and that I look great now which brings me to why I like this particular friend) so I got up to go to a cycling/spinning class. A friend of mine teaches it so I thought it would be fun, nevermind that it
is exercise. There were a few hitches in my giddy-up though. First, I didn't really wake up early enough to eat breakfast. Second I hadn't nursed Michael since the wee hours of the morning. I get to class feeling smaller just for walking into the gym. I hop on the bike and away I pedal. The great thing about this class is that my friend uses super cool music and it makes me forget about the sweat that is pouring from me. I am pedaling and pedaling and pedaling when I notice some leakage from my chest. I won't get into too many details but I will say this, always empty your boobies before going to the gym engorged. Let's just say I had to leave class early due to a wet t-shirt and it wasn't from my sweat. I was a little embarrassed so I went to the bathroom to express some milk. I somehow triggered a let down and the levy broke open. I went back to the room with all of the non-breastfeeding exercisers picked up my things while keeping my chest covered and promptly left. As soon as I got home, since I was so hungry, I made not-so-healthy chorizo and eggs with tortillas as a reward for making the effort to go to the gym. Later on Saturday night I went to a bridal shower/bachelorette party and played pin the penis on the dude. It was a very strange day.
Fast forward to early today (Tuesday)...How did I ever like 13 year old boys when I was 13? I had these boys come over to scoop Jack poop and mow the front and back yard. They had passed out little flyers in the neighborhood saying they do that kind of stuff so I called them. When I answered the door I thought to myself,"no wonder no one likes being 13". I don't know if anyone else had this problem but I went through a painfully awkward stage in my development. Seeing these boys brought back all of those feelings of weirdness. I just can't believe that anyone liked anyone since everyone looked, well, gross. See proof below. Don't laugh. Seriously.
*Note to mom: I know you think I am/was/will always be beautiful. This is for everyone else to see.*Me then. Hot or Not? NOT
Me now...More like meow...Just kidding. Amazing what time, braces, and contacts can do.
Oh, my yard looks great by the way and smells decent too! Those kids sure know how to do a great job.
5 comments:
you are hilarious. You still cannot convince me she is a good instructor, but I digress. You look great and give those of us non babies havers that it is possible to look good afterward. I am now inspired to post a not so flattering picture from my youth (I have been toying with the idea for a week or so now). Look out!
You totally look like teenage Sarah Jessica Parker in that picture! Awkward, but soon to be beautiful! No one looks great at 13!
First of all, I can't believe you WALKED to the gym for an exercise class! Wow. I'm amazed.
Secondly, the boobie leakage thing is hilarious!! I wish I had been there to make fun of you. Except not really. Because I hate exercising.
Of course you're beautiful..always have been, always will be!!!!!!
Yes you SLUT, you are BEAUTIFUL and you were too thin before you were preggo. I give you props for posting your youth photo. I, however, am not inspired to do such a thing because it would be scary. You were cute even back then. Me,hmmmm.....not so much!
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