I demurely admit that I was blessedly graced with fine genetic qualities that have blossomed over the past few years in my German derriere and Polish ankles. Thankfully, being as active as I was growing up, the burden of my ancestors planted firmly in areas that I wish didn't exist, was lessened. However, in the past 11 years since high school, I have brought two children into the world and added almost 40 pounds to my frame. Now, those attributes are more annoying than the sister who doesn't have kids, telling me how to raise mine.

When did I become the fat mom that I said I wouldn't become? The mom that has no energy to run around with her children or the one that lost all of her resolve when someone brought over that turtle cheesecake at our last gathering (and who also had two slices)?

My husband told me about a luncheon that he attended in which the people at his table were talking about what they want to be when they grow up. It was a sort of tongue in cheek discussion, as they all were well into their careers. The conversation had been going on for about 10 minutes when a lady made the statement that she would like to be the mom in the neighborhood in which the husband's drool over and the other mothers are jealous of (there is a term for this taken from the movie American Pie - but for the sake of younger eyes potentially reading this, I won't use it here). In the conversation, she used the pop culture acronym and the first thought of those around her, was that maybe she didn't know what the term stood for. But she did and she stood her ground.

When I first heard this story, I just chuckled; sort of embarrassed that this woman made this statement out loud to people that she works with. But then I started to think about it. In all actuality and to be 100% honest - I wouldn't mind being that person when I grow up too.

I am lucky enough to have married a man who still to this day finds me attractive, glorious curves and all. But I am a woman who has seen her body morph with each new miraculous birth of her children. Today, I now find that my mind shares a body with this creature that has a road map of stretch marks that competes with the Los Angeles highway system and that also has parts that rub against each other where they shouldn't causing this fabulous rash in the heat and humidity! I will admit that I do find myself feeling cute or good looking on days, but I haven't felt sensuous in awhile and I miss that.

So I am now on a journey to find my resolve to keep portions to one serving, to get moving and be physically healthy for my boys and to find the body that I crave to use on my husband - with the lights on.