On another blog, we're having a conversation about why the hell women who are perfectly attractive, intelligent, wonderful people cut themselves down constantly over all their slight imperfections -- however real or not real they might be.
Here is a great example of my insanity from just 20 minutes ago.
My mom, the kids and I had lunch at our local Denny's. Lenny's? Denny's.
I got a Bacon Cheddar Burger because I wanted meat, bacon and cheese. In reverse order.
I ate the whole burger, all my french fries and some of the kids' fries. And maybe ONE of Dylan's chicken nuggets (estimated because he kept making me eat tiny bites of each one of his nuggets).
Immediately after leaving the restaurant I started thinking, "I should have eaten a salad instead of fries. Or maybe a salad instead of everything I just ate. Yeah. Should have eaten a salad."
I was reprimanding myself even though just a half hour before we ate I was SO hungry and my blood sugar was so low that my hands were shaking. I even ate breakfast today, so I have NO clue why that happened...but anyway, suffice it to say that a salad would NOT have cut it for lunch today. AND I had a salad for lunch YESTERDAY!
So I'm already disparaging my food choices, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the friggin' car window (which is like a funhouse mirror to begin with) and I'm all giant ass and thighs. I looked like those crazy women who go on Maury Povich and they say "I'm not fat, I'm just thick" and you think "Great! A confident woman!" then they come out and they are all skinny to the waist and then ba-BOOM the ass spilleth over.
You know what I mean??
That was me in the car window.
Except the skinny to the waist part, because the boobs were boomin' in the window too.
Then of course I'm thinking, "See. Do you see your fat ass? There's your bacon burger! And oh yeah, by the way, your hair looks like shit."
I am such a bitch to me.