My life as a HOCKEY mom...

I actually went to the Y today...by myself! Huge, huge thing for me. I did the treadmill for 20 minutes, the bike for 10 minutes and then did a lot of weight lifting (yes...I added weight this time). It felt good...I think I'm getting the hang of it. It was really empty when I got there, so I just hopped onto the treadmill and went for it...I even jogged *gasp*. Yep, that was me, jogging away and feeling good about it...until this bony, stick thin woman showed up and started using the eliptical trainer like it was attacking her. I know her from several social encounters and the fact that her hubby owns one of the local car dealerships. She has a beautiful face and hair to die for...but she looks sick. Not sick in the "flu" sense but as in the "starving to be pretty and accepted sense". Does she really think that she is healthy? It's sad...

She reminds me of the HOCKEY moms that I see a lot. I capitalize the word "hockey" for a reason. These women have no other reason to exist but to look beautiful, skinny, drive outrageous cars and be arm candy for their sugar daddies. They popped out the required child, popped them into a private, boarding school and then started popping dietary pills to help them loose that godawful child birthing fat. They are so worried that their sugar daddies will leave them for someone younger and prettier that they make themselves ugly to the core. Snobbery is alive and well in the world of youth hockey. E came home one time from a practice and mentioned that one of his teammate's mom had called him a "hick". Now I know we live in a tiny town but come on...a hick? I asked E what he had said to her. He just grinned that smile of his and told her that she had better be careful what she said...or he'd date her daughter. I just sat and laughed.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm proud of my appearance but I don't spend hours getting ready and making sure my lipstick matches my outfit. First off, I chew on my lips when I'm nervous, so lipstick isn't gonna stay put. Second off, I do good to remember that my lipstick needs to match my outfit. I just don't put a lot of stock into my looks getting me by in life. I would rather be known as the hockey mom who remembered to wish all the boys a good game, as the one who gave them a hug after a hard loss, and as the one that E and A have as a mom.

Am I trying to lose weight...youbetcha! Why...because I want to be healthy and here for my family. Not to impress anyone...except myself! Sounds like a plan...