You know what doesn't make me feel like a winner? Walking/trudging on my mini-trampoline. I used to bounce buoyantly, swinging my arm weights, working off the extra calories with Fonda'esque exuberance. That was pre-pregnancy.
These days I just walk. With no arm weights. No bouncing. No spring. I do this for 15 minutes until I gasp, heft myself into a chair and yelp for someone, anyone, to bring me ice water.
Plus, the little coils are starting to squeak in protest beneath my great girth. I'll be glad for warmer weather so I can walk outside again.
But back to the topic at hand. My mini-trampoline does not make me feel like a winner.
But back in the day, THIS made me feel like a winner. I felt like a winner despite my gigantic granny panties, Elton John purple sunglass frames (with the lenses poked out), and wavy mullet. I felt it deep within my baby-soul. You can tell it by the expression on my face. That's a "dang, I'm stylin' today" face.
And now, many years later, despite my creaky trampoline and penguin walk, I feel like a winner once again.
Remember way back in the fall when I was asked to participate in the BHG blogger/craft contest? I won. I know! So exciting! There aren't any nailed down details yet, but it means I'll get to be in the magazine again this fall. So until then I'm trying to brainstorm some ideas. And don't worry. You have my solemn promise that despite my feeling like a winner today, I will not don those Elton John sunglasses with the lenses poked out. As for the granny panties, I make no promises.