While the TV was on yesterday, a certain commercial kept catching my eye. I’m sure we’ve all seen it. It’s the Suave commercial that begins with the pretty woman. A few clips later she’s wearing an engagement ring, then a wedding dress, and then she’s pointing at her belly. It shows her pregnancy progressing in little clips. She seems to be smiling about everything until she’s in the hospital gown to deliver. Then, she has a baby, another pregnancy, and whole lot of bad hair days. She looks tired and is in a giant bunny costume toward the end. Obviously, this is a commercial for hair products. And it is pretty realistic, if you ask me.
However, the point of the commercial is that she ‘finds herself’ again in a ninety-nine cent can of mousse. I think that may be where the realism ends. It’s not the products that keep us at our best; it’s the time we actually spend on ourselves. One could spend $100.00 on a can of mousse but they still have to take the time to use it. My life as a mother is not short on hair products. As a matter of fact, I have acquired quite the collection of hair products over the years; I just have no time to use them. Frankly, I think I’d have a better chance of ‘finding myself’ with a pedicure and a stiff drink!
I won’t go so far as to say that I’ve let myself go, but the standards I’ve set for myself have definitely shifted. I actually tend to use Suave on a regular basis. Not because I think it’s the best, but because I can’t see myself spending much more than a dollar on a can of hairspray or some shampoo. There are, after all, four other people to think about in this house!
I have three girls to keep in shoes. Anyone who has girls knows just what I’m talking about!
My quest for organization is still in progress. Life has a way of getting in the way of what we want to or should get done. But, this will be a lifestyle change and not a quick fix. I’ve got to work on disciplining myself before I can expect very much from my kids. David, well…he’s another story. In many ways, he is my most difficult child to raise. I would feel so accomplished as a wife and mother if I could just get my husband to throw his dirty clothes in the laundry basket and not just on the floor in front of it. When it comes to my laundry, almost doesn’t count!
And when it comes to taking care of me, my next quest is to get back into shape. The pounds I fought so hard to get off last year are slowly creeping back on. I need to get back into the Weight Watchers program. I have been a member of Weight Watchers four or five times now. It works as long as you’re actually doing the work. I have gone astray from the teachings of the Weight Watchers gurus as of lately. As satisfying as food is, it’s even more satisfying to feel like I have control of things. Also, I put on a pair of jeans for the first time yesterday and they don’t have as much ‘room for growth’ as they did the last time I wore them! Who am I kidding? I can barely breathe in them!
I guess I’ve done all the growing that those pants will allow!
So, my winter clothes will not be very forgiving. Here I am. I am not buying myself new pants because I couldn’t turn down seconds on lasagna. Through portion control and exercise, I am hoping to shrink a bit.
Does anyone else have a tried-and-true method for losing weight? Anyone want to join me on my quest? I’m not looking for any miracles or anything. Don’t get me wrong; a miracle would be fantastic. But, miracles seem to be in short supply as of lately and I would much rather they show up in something like a cure for cancer rather than the state of my ass. My ass is my own problem.
For today, 1YO has a cold. I will probably spend most of the day trying to get her to eat anything and wishing I could eat it too.