One of my very favorite people turned 42 last week. Her Mom was in town so she decided to have a low-key get together at her home. She invited a gaggle of lady friends from “boot camp” — an exercise class my friend has been participating in with the same ladies a couple days a week for the last two years.
She invited those ladies.
And me.
I arrived a little late.
I walked in and immediately noticed that each and every other person in the room was, not surprisingly, in excellent physical shape. They were all fit. Many were tall. All were fashionably dressed.
I should have known.
I was greeted with warm smiles and enjoyed friendly conversation for the duration of the party.
Which is amazing because all I could hear over the course of the evening was this song playing in my head over and over and over again…
Confessions of a Serial Swooper 
Oh no! Boot camp friends. Yikes!
Oy, I don’t like when that song plays in my head and it’s me that doesn’t belong. Hope you survived. In a few months you will be booty-licious, don’t worry.
Please be kind to yourself. I know it’s easier said than done when my husband and I were going through some testing to see why we kept miscarrying the song that kept going through my head was “we’re a couple of misfits” But seriously I read your blog and think wow that mom has got it together, and she has a sense of humor to boot. your kids, and your husband are very lucky to have you ! One day at a time. =)
My wife had a similar experience when a friend invited her to hang out with all her triathlon groupies.
Too funny! But, I must say I did NOT think that you didn’t belong! You fit right in. Silly things we do to torture ourselves!
gah! I know how it feels to be in a group where you feel you don’t belong. Not fun. BUT I’m sure they were all wishing they had your great sense of humor. We always admire those who have other “strengths.”