My New Serenity Prayer

Pictures are worth a thousand words, right? What about the magnets on our refrigerators?

Seriously. I know I'm not the only woman alive who resorts to Spanx not only because it vacuum-seals the muffin top, but because they work wonders at keeping the inner thighs from chafing. Not that I wear Spanx while jogging.

Or that I jog.

There's a lot of truth to this one, too. I might think in chocolate, much like a color-blind person might only see in black and white, but I don't eat it like I used to.

Which was always.

Instead, I admit to self-sabotaging, albeit unknowingly, at most every turn. Not because I don't want to succeed at getting healthier. But because I can't seem to convince myself that Other People, including Buttercup and The Husband, don't always have to come first.

I'm a wife. I'm a mom. That's who I am.

But relearning how to be selfish? How to be the me I was before I had a kid? How to put me first? How to tell Buttercup and The Husband that Mama's busy working out and taking care of herself so they need to fend for themselves for an hour?

Not so easy.

Until I adopted the last one as my new mantra. And replaced this for the cutesy Buttercup photo I had as wallpaper on my Blackberry.

I like to refer to this one as my new Serenity Prayer.

The sinks full of dishes?

The laundry is waiting to be folded?

Leftovers for dinner, again?

Yes, my friends. Yes. Because this is me...amazingly not giving a shit about the inconsequentials so I can give a shit about me. Until I get home from my hour-long walk, or that Zumba class at the gym, and remember the laundry, dishes, and scramble to figure dinner out for tomorrow...all while frantically whispering the real Serenity Prayer to myself as I hunt for a bottle of wine and a bendy straw.