Crash, Burn and Rise from the ashes
Well, the lack of sleep and post-partum hormones resulted in whole sleeves of Oreos being consumed in a sitting, much snitching of cookie dough mindless snacking.
This is not fabulous. I've lost sight of who I want to be.
Forget calories and dress sizes, I want to be the kind of woman who can come face to face with a pan of brownies and just eat one. I want strength, grit and gumption. I want to choose what goes into my mouth rather than have my habits choose for me. I want to savor food rather than taking the garbage disposal approach.
Fabulous means being the leading lady not the quirky best friend or sidekick. I need to channel Irene Dunn, Barbra Stanwyck, Rosalind Russell, Katherine Hepburn, Sarrah Rafferty, Sandra Bullock ... I mean, I am married to the ultimate leading man (think Cary Grant meets Jimmy Stewart with a hint of John Wayne) and I want to make him proud as much as I want to make me proud. This mountain mama wants a touch of the great and the glamorous.
Of course that will come slowly. But come it will.
Now, I am going to bypass the Oreos and go grab an apple.
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