Let's go there...Dad Bod

Been hearing a lot about "Dad Bod" lately.

I'm not completely behind the term, because it kind of has a bit of a negative connotation.  

Dad bod....when I hear it, I think...well, Walmart, Big Belly, hairy back, white socks, and dirty sneakers.

But right now it's HOT...From advertisements to movie stars...women are endorsing the basic man body aka dad bod.

But just this past week...I got a look at what the younger generation is calling "dad bod"

Joe Jonas.....Dad Bod...

DAD BOD!!!???

and this?....

ooooh wait...

wait....maybe dad bod?...

but he doesn't have any kids!!!

how about this dad bod?

I don't know, I'm not buying it.

Here's why...

The internet is going crazy over Joe Jonas's new thicc stature.

and hating on Jason?

at least Jason Momoa has kids....not to mention his smoking hot wife.

let's talk about this

These guys are sexy....

185# or 320#

they are sexy AF and I would not consider this daddy body, but even if it was, I wouldn't care or blink an eye.  

are they getting a hard time over it?   maybe they should, they haven't had any kids or birthed any kids, all they are doing is enjoying life for a bit of time, eating a few donuts, and smoking cigars....so I can't really knock that.

But I am a bit jealous.

Now let us examine the phenomenon of 

MOM BOD

No one, not even most moms ,want mom bod.  

We fight it, try to correct it, hide it and never ever show the results of carrying a 10# baby, let alone twins or triplets.

I was lucky...

I had good genes on my side. 

At 5' tall 105# I had 2 almost 10# babies and came out with cellulite on my ass, minimal stretch marks on my hips and that was about it.

I give credit to my exceptionally deep belly button.

(it is literally like the black hole)

But take a look at this real look at Mom Bod

I cried the first time I saw my friend's belly 3 years after she had her kid...

she had a 6# baby but gained 72 #s

It looked like a tree trunk.  She had lost the weight but never regained the elasticity and now deals with  skin that she tucks into her pants and tries to be proud she made a beautiful human.

SHE MADE A HUMAN!!!

what did you do Joe Jonas?

 mom bod from mom.com

It's all good, but scroll back up and look at Joe Jonas, and tell me....

what would you rather???

Dad Bod, or Mom Bod?

(at this point I personally would do any bod...)

But that is a different post.

from an article in The Conversation

“The dad bod is a nice balance between a beer gut and working out. While we all love a sculpted guy, there is just something about the dad bod that makes boys seem more human, natural, and attractive.”

and I agree.

I love dad bod.  

So, if you are rocking the Basic Dad Bod...you are in luck, it is in style right now.

You lucky men don't even have to lift a finger.

except to maybe eat a donut and drink a beer, hell, you don't even have to be a dad to enjoy the benefits of the dad bod....

Let the records reflect

dad bod is THE bod.

So, love your thicc self

The world is embracing the Dad Bod

xox,

write ya later,

m

ps still working on my mom bod recovery.

365 days : I run so you don't have to

you are welcome...

Today I ran so you don't have to.

I would like you to know we did NOT run far, so don't worry

Foxxy and I ran 2. 2 miles 

Then she gave up...

Looked at me as if the heat was going to be the death of her....

I looked at her and said, 

"Don't worry, I gotta poop....so we are both done"

She panted home the last mile and I concentrated on not having to go poo.

It's a runners thing.

maybe it's just my thing.

Anyways, I did minimal thinking on my run, which was nice.

A couple of times I thought...

wow, my legs feel pretty good and I'm gonna chalk that up to doing nothing for the past week or so.

I'm calling it my recovery drink and eat week....

and scroll through Instagram and then feel shitty for doing nothing all week, week.

pretty much a good week in my book.

As you can see from my picture I am carb loading for the mere fact I can.  

This was the first time in a while I looked at myself in the mirror and thought

you look good.

you are in a good spot.  

Looks good on you 

50 is good

....

well, don't look at that part, ignore that part....

and ignore that toenail that fell off from running yesterday

but everything else....

good job, lady

Sometimes, a good break from everything really pays off

I noticed it has made the house feel better.

Me, just doing what I want and not fretting.

the vibe is good.

did you hear that?

I gotta good vibe goin on.

2 days from now I will be relaxing in my bikini, giving an additional zero fucks, wishing I could tan, as I slather on the 50 block...

Wishing I could hold my liquor better,

and wishing I looked more put together....

but all that....

that is NOTHING.

Lately,

Ive literally been rocking this shit.

so, go relax...

I all ready ran, 

If ya wanna carb load, go ahead,

because we good 

xo,

write ya later

Milf it up , Nana

weird shit has been happening.

weird weird shit.

is it some sort of mystical moon business?

As much as I wish I could go into full detail or use metaphors, similes , or even hyperbole....I can't.

Because there is something in the air I will bring up something in which I wrote my senior practicum on for my recent degree.

And maybe I can just roll some of my dry humor into my observation and research.

I'm not sure how it came up today in work....but I said,

"Oh, I wrote a paper on STDs in assisted living homes and how people are just ignoring the fact that seniors are fucking" 

Well of course seniors are fucking, why not?

just because I am not....why can't they?  It is highly prevalent within these communities, even within the Alzheimer's locked units.  

So, the more I thought about it, the more I started laughing on the inside.

I announced, " holy hell, I only have 30 more years and maybe I'll be getting laid....sheesh....maybe I can move in early?"

All my work friends looked at me....paused and busted out laughing.

me...in 35 years....

you betcha

Go....M

seniors...

god bless them,

 their will to fuck, 

and their lack of condom use.

I wonder if Medicare covers STDs after 70?

on a younger note

I made it through the hazy 90s with no STDs, no HIV (even living in Atlanta), and no extra kids.

A friend texted me the other day and said he just found out he has a 26 year old daughter.

I was beside myself with joy.

I'm an Auntie (kind of) 

He appears to be ok with the entire thing.

I wondered where I was during this time period? 

He was my best friend...

I would have never let that happen...

unless I was all hazy 90s too.

must have been

I'm excited for him

we revisited our younger year pact....

The original was if we weren't married at 40 ( because that was so old) we would marry each other.

He texted and said....

well, if we are alone at 60...can we get together and travel and just be together.

I might have to reconsider....now that he has a child and all 

hahahahaha

also.... at 60 I will still have 20 years before I hit old folk home sexy service availability....

so, yeah, I think I can buy into the pact...

we can travel and just lay in the bed and talk.

and eat crumpets.

 us...

I seriously need help

or sex....before 80....

or maybe 

just some good 

quality 

alone time

with crumpets and my hand.

me....and I may have crumpets....

or something

remember....when you are feeling down

80 year olds 

meow...

write ya later,

m

lets get this show on the road

Today I finally go for my consult with the breast specialist.   Unfortunately my last appointment was moving along at a great pace and I went to schedule my surgery only to find out the surgery center was not in "network".  I chose to change Dr.s and head to a more "in network" surgery so as to save costs.  Lord, should I really be penny pinching right now?   

So, today...the new consult.  Because I am an RN I know what they will say.   " this is no big deal...lets get you scheduled for the wire surgery and see what we are dealing with....please talk to the receptionist to schedule"   and I will leave the office just as confused as before.     I'm guessing the entire day will be a waste of time and I'm guessing they wont be able to schedule me quickly.  so i will be waiting again.   

Stupid

I filled out all the paperwork and printed off info for FMLA so that when it does happen I can take time off work with out repercussions from the higher ups.  

After my appointment I will be Easter Basket Junk Shopping.....after all it is my favorite holiday

The Chocolate Holiday

I cant believe this kid is smiling

write ya later

and hopefully these posts will be a little less Bummery soon

xo

m

Snow

It's snowing...we are to get 16" by this afternoon. I called home and said, "Ilin, please put on appropriate clothes for a blizzard."



See, he has to walk himself to school. Sometimes when I come home from work I see he hasn't even put on boots to walk the mile...he wears his crappy skater shoes.


"Do you want to freeze to death?"


maybe it's better than going to school...

~yeah, kiddo, I hear ya...I thought the same thing on the way to work...maybe I'll slide off the road and not have to go~

Well, I made it to work, which sucks butt because now I will probably be stuck here. Although I have plans to leave even if I have to sit next door. See the hospital never closes and when there is a blizzard they started doing weird stuff like asking you to spend the night so the next shift doesn't have to come in. NO...I came in...they can come in, it's Colorado....they better figure that shit out.

Last night Synda came over and we did the new Jillian Michaels 40 minute circuit training. It was hard!!!!! I actually thought I was going to die, but Synda kept saying, "look we are almost done" Today the sides of my ass feel like I was punched and my stomach muscles are saying hello. I wish it wasn't 40 minutes long...40 minutes is too much to wrap my brain around when I'm getting ready to work out. 20 minutes is doable....40 minutes torture.

Best part was when we were all done and we got to have veggie taco salad and a cookie (and a small beer, shhhhhhhh). We planned to go to Bikrim tonight...but with 85" of snow....probably not.

I guess I better get to work, because honestly, I am going to try to leave around 1 pm. I have a chapter to finish reading for micro. and a short essay to write for a scholarship I'm applying for...Plus I need to finish those damn "slither gauntlets". Synda mentioned something about knitting a bucket hat for the summer...of course all I could think of was:


I think I would look snappy in that hat.