A Housewife’s Confession: From House Sloth to Bombshell
September 26th, 2016

Guest Post By: Tracey Clayton

A Housewife’s Confession: My Journey from a House Sloth to a Bombshell

It wasn’t easy; it took sweat, tears (and I literally mean tears) and a lot of self-control to get where I am now. But let me tell you this – it was worth it, every moment of it.

After having my three children, my whole life changed; naturally, the happiness in becoming a mother was a reward greater than anything in life, but my self-confidence was close to zero and my overall self-image was shattered. I somehow transformed from a woman whose laughter would fill rooms with joy and glee, to a nagging piece of work that I, myself, couldn’t handle. My body changed, my personality changed, and it wasn’t until my oldest came up to me and asked, “Mommy, why are you always sad and angry” that I realized I wasn’t the person I once was, nor the parent and wife I wanted to be. And then – it hit me; it was high time I changed things.

Here’s what I did…

Out with the Old, in with the New

I will never forget it – it was the early afternoon on Wednesday, August 5 when everything started to turn around. The  kids went to school and my husband was already at the office and I was home, alone. Normally, I’d be either folding laundry, cleaning the house or stuffing my face with chocolate cake but this time around, I was firm on setting the change in motion. I went upstairs to my closet and took out all the ripped, baggy clothes, stained with baby puke and iron patches. Once I got rid of the entire set of drab, ugly clothes my closet became half empty. “Great!” I thought to myself, “This will be an amazing start to something new.” I had a phoenix moment, and it was wonderful.

New ‘Do, New Me

That day, I went to the hairdresser. One of my best friends knows the owner of this hip, trendy salon in town and even though he was all booked, once he heard my reasons, he laughed and said “Can you be here in 30 minutes?” He did my hair, and gave me a new life with this chic, edgy ‘do. I barely recognized myself in the mirror, and it was beautiful. I saw my eyes sparkling and I felt I was alive again. He sent me out to the beauty department for waxing, eyebrow plucking, facial, a pedicure, manicure and a massage. I was reborn. I spent about four hours in there but came out as a different person. I felt alive again.

A Stop at the Mall

With my new look, came a new wardrobe. I really couldn’t go back to sweats – it simply felt wrong. I bought a few pairs of jeans, some awesome T’s and a couple pencil skirts; nothing much but it was a start. I was planning on going back when I get back in shape (luckily, I was only about 15 pounds overweight at that point, so it wasn’t that big a deal). I made a stop at a lingerie shop and treated myself with a few lace undies, three new bras with amazing support, one incredible waist cincher that fit me like a glove, and a silk sleeping gown. I felt so powerful.

I refreshed the makeup, too and swore, then and there, that I will never again let myself look like Casper (no matter how much my kids loved him) when leaving the house (or in the house).

The Trainer Card

There was an amazing, newly opened gym in the neighborhood which I never visited up until that day. It was open 24 hours, and you could see people go in and out from the early morning to late at night. I spoke to Jim, one of their trainers, told him what I wanted (and needed), and he immediately came up with the plan. Two days later we started training and my whole life took a completely different turn. I was a new woman.

3The Conclusion

That August 5th, when I went to pick up the kids from school… they barely recognized me. I was dressed well, with a new ‘do, a smile and a genuine happiness radiating from within me. I knew I was starting a journey that was going to be difficult to marry with my everyday commitments, but I was determined to make it work. John had a jaw-drop moment when he came back from work – it was so touching and exciting. Now, a year later… I am still at the gym, I have started doing Hatha yoga and I feeling amazing. The kids are happier with me too, my husband is over the moon… but in the end – I did it for myself.


About author:

Tracey Clayton is a full time mom of three girls. She feels she knows a thing or two about raising happy, healthy and confident kids, and offers helpful advice in hers parenting articles. Her motto is: “Live the life you love, love the life you live.” Find her on Facebook.

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