1. First things first, the winner of the nimble giveaway is Michigan Fit Mom! Congratulations, pretty lady. Email your contact information to hlthystrides at gmail dot com so I can hook you up.
2. Speaking of the nimble giveaway ... I noticed something when I took those so-not-posed photos: I look tired. All. The. Time.
I have permanent bags under my eyes and lines in places that where there were once none. It can make finding a picture to put on Facebook or this blog here a real drag. So I decided enough was enough. I can't magically make Miles sleep past 5:15 a.m. but I can scrounge up 5 minutes a day to put my face on - even if those 5 minutes have to be as I sit in my car in the parking lot at work.
Like I did this morning.
I put on the stila one-step bronze from my Birchbox this month, Stainiac on the lips and cheeks, mascara and a dab of highlighter underneath the brows and the corners of the eye.
I'm not going to win any beauty contests, especially with my "they gave me vanilla not strawberry cheesecake ice cream" face, but at least I look like I didn't get up before the crack of dawn.
3. I'm feeling a bit commercial with the giveaways and a shoutout to Birchbox so I feel like I should give you a bit of substance.
That photo, the one of me eating ice cream, was snapped by Mark after we enjoyed lunch at Jimmy Johns and perused the Lunch on the Square event downtown. When I ask Mark to grab a photo for the blog, I usually request to see it before approving it. Today, though, I was in the moment and in love with my "it's not strawberry cheesecake" vanilla ice cream that I didn't think of it.
And I wish I would have.
The pose is less than flattering and my belly is quite clearly hanging over my waist band. My arms look big and my @ss sizeable. You can reject said observations as ridiculous or call them a cry for validation but they are neither. It is my truth.
I thoroughly debated not putting the photo on the blog and initially opted to crop it (as I did above) before getting real and putting it out there. I work hard, eat OK and have achieved a body that I have accepted (most of the time). But it's not perfect. It will never be perfect. And that's OK - because it has to be.