You are in kindergarten and you have just colored the most spectacular picture of your short artistic career. You can barely contain your pride as you gather up your courage to show your teacher. You know she is going to love it and you can already taste the special treat she will bestow upon your from her "special drawer" to reward you for all your hard work. Here it comes, wait for it, wait for it......
"My, how interesting. But why did you color the pumpkin yellow with red stripes? A pumpkin is orange," she says, handing the offensive artwork back to you with a slightly upturned nose.
Ouch, that hurt!
Today was just like that for me. I was feeling a rare high as a forty-plus year old woman. I had just received the compliment that brings a smile to the face of any woman over the age of twenty five. I was helping one of our "fresh out of college" new teachers become acclimated with our school when she notices a VCU coffee cup sitting on my desk.
"Oh, did you go there? My father graduated from VCU and so did I!"
I casually remark that I did not go there but my oldest son is a freshman this year. She is genuinely shocked. "Wow, you have a child old enough to go to college. I can't believe it. I hope I look as good as you when I am your age."
I could have walked on water for the rest of the day. I went into the restroom several times, not to perform any toiletry tasks, just to study my face in the mirror. Not too bad, Not too bad. I smile and give myself a mental pat on the back. Later in the day I relay the compliment to my husband and anyone else who will listen.
After dinner that evening I turn on my computer to check my e-mail and find a message from a friend of mine; she has found a website she wants me to check out. She tells me she stumbled upon it when she was googling for ideas about cooking for busy moms. Sounds harmless enough, right? If only! I click on the link and as I read I begin to feel smaller, and smaller, and smaller. Remember the teacher's abonishment of my yellow and red pumpkin earlier in my post? Well, it's that kind of moment. This woman is hot, way hot. And, she is a fitness model and she is the mother of six children! Granted, she is younger than I am but that does nothing to placate me. I question wether or not I should even share this site with you now; Dare I share my feelings of inadequacy with you unsuspecting readers? But I must, for I am not strong enough to suffer alone. You may want to make sure your husband is out of the room and then don your sunglasses in order to shield your eyes before you visit the site of this fit at thirty plus mother of six and looks better than I ever have or ever hope to will be mom.
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