Mommy Butt

Here is one from the myspace archives. I wrote this before I really got back into fitness and being active. I made things sound worse than they are. But mommy butt really is a state of mind.

Mommy Butt
(written June 16, 2006)

So, last weekend, I took the kids to the zoo. My son had to go the bathroom at an inopportune time. So, I rush him to the nearest bathroom, which is, naturally, crowded. Since he is little and cute (but more likely due to the fact that little boys have amazing aim and it made them step back in fear), the other women stepped aside to let him pass. I, on the other hand, had to wade through.

I followed my son to the last stall in the row. As I twisted and turned and contorted my body past the sink, I caught a glimpse of my butt in the mirror. And in that moment, my soul collapsed. I no longer have well-rounded firmness. I have this mysterious trapezoidal lump. I have a mommy butt.

I have prided myself on the fact that I work out and stay slim. If truth be told, I look great and get comments about not looking like I have children. In fact, I have been asked if my children were my niece and nephew. Now, I wonder how people could ever imagine that I didn't have kids, what with my mommy butt and all.

So, now, I have taken to checking out my rear end in every mirror I come across. I have to check how bad it looks every five minutes or I go through withdrawal. Then, today, I checked it out and it didn't look so bad. My butt is still nicely shaped. I'm working on the firmness part of it. Yeah, I've put on weight in my thighs, but I haven't been so devoted to my exercise routine lately. I've only been back on it for about a month. I always had to work the hardest at my thighs, and they will take a little longer to get back in shape. When I realized all was not lost, my soul puffed itself back up a little.

What is the point, you ask? Mommy butt is just a state of mind.