Oh hey! I’m writing to you because I just won a fit mom award for my vigorous participation in Stroller Strides! Oprah is flying me out to film a featurette for Weight Watchers and FYI I look great.
So, it’s been a year (and change) since I gave birth to a 9 pound baby, bless his heart.
Things are lumpy. Things are stretched. There are wrinkles and this one weird patch of skin where Henry kept his toes.
I prioritize exercise and diet somewhere down there with mopping the floors and baseboard maintenance. Not that there is anything wrong with those things, it’s just that I have so many other things I would rather do than eat a steamed sweet potato while jogging my three kids around the block. Those things include, but are not limited to: reading, watching HGTV, smelling my kids heads, thinking about coffee, doing my job, where is that smell coming from, can baseboards start to smell?, googling baseboard maintenance, the Joss and Main app on my phone, praying, thinking, bible, napping, coloring pictures of My Little Ponies, using baby wipes on everything within reach, magazines, hugs, Calico Critters, hangin with Mr. Cooper, texting, nap time, and various and sundry and other stuff too.
The point is, I’m busy even WITHOUT exercising and meal planning. So, what next? I do believe the next step is accepting and celebrating that this is how I look now. Limit myself to one donut hole per offer to eat donut holes. Stop buying giant bags of m&m’s and then tell yourself you are beautiful. Because you are! Focus on being kind and the great mercies of the Lord unto you, and sing Frozen songs!
I look like I had three babies. And that. is. oh. kay.
It sure is true that I could go to the doctor on Botched and say “Can you please fix my saggy left boob, cuz it’s just a mess!” and probably no one would blame me. But when I think about this verse:
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
I just can’t see Jesus looking at me and saying- “Good work Kaley. Now about that boob job” Jesus wrote each one of my children into my life, and gave me the kind of genes that don’t wear a bikini to the beach after birthing those babies. It’s probably because He wanted to protect well meaning Christian men from being sucked down into temptation. Okay, it’s not that. I think it is enough to say that HE is enough. Being a good stewart of your body is great, but it’s not the only thing. I like making other people feel comfortable around me. I don’t think people would feel comfortable if I looked like Gigi Hadid. They want a gal pal akin to Molly Weasley. And great comedy can not come out of flawless beauty. It can only come out of relatable looks. Squashy butts and laugh lines. So I am thankful, because Jesus gave me the perfect body for my personality. I’m not thankful about getting a neck pimple at 30, but it’s just a fallen world people okay?