For the last couple of days I feel like I'm living in that Progresso soup commercial...the one where the wife calls the company to complain her husband looks like he did twenty years ago since eating their light version. Striking a pose, the husband then picks up the extension and tells her to stop complaining and to just enjoy the view... gaak!
My own darling man just took off twenty pounds and he did it in a little over six weeks. I know. You don't have to say it because I want to slap him too. sigh
So why am I so pissed off? He looks great. I mean GREAT...yet he's still the same loving, attentive man he's always been. His little makeover didn't change him, so why is it changing me?
Two words. I'm jealous.
As sad as that is, it's the God's honest truth. I mean as women we self sabotage all the time, even if we don't want to admit it. We see a friend we haven't seen in a long time and they look toned and terrific and while we are genuinely happy for them, we secretly hope to find they're wearing Spanx or had liposuction. We don't want to look in the mirror someone else's hard work holds up to our face.
But it's not just women. We're all guilty of this kind of destructive emotion in some way. It's part of the human condition, but what separates us is the way we handle it. So I guess I'm going to put down the donuts and put on my sneakers and hit the treadmill.
...and when my husband comes home tonight I'm going to do more than just enjoy the view!
Originally posted on my blog Madcap Moms...What's Wrong with this Picture July 15 2011