Holy Hannah Montana

When I was a freshman at Utah State, and trying to break the Utah lingo that was embedded deep in my soul (Oh My Heck!), I adapted a new phrase "Holy Hannah." Super cool and so not "Utah Mormon."
The next year, in beauty school in Provo, I stepped up my cool, by adding "Montana" to my phrase.
So any cute guy to walk by, any great late night burrito, or any bad hair day, all got the same statement "Holy Hannah Montana." See how great and versatile it is? I loved it and felt mature and educated saying it, so you can imagine my complete and utter shock one day; years later as a first time mom, when I let the Disney Channel stay on too long and Dora the Explorer turned to "Hannah Montana." What the HECK!!!With an "achy breaky heart", I retired my much loved saying and began festering a bitterness toward "Hannah Montana" aka Mylie Cyrus.
I rolled my eyes when she came to the Stadium of Fire last year. My insides churned when I saw she is now on the "silver screen." Did you see her on Idol gives back? Holy frijole (like that one?) it was bad! And can you imagine how I felt when a few weeks ago I found out she would be performing on American Idol? I had my finger on the fast forward button and was ready to skip her whole performance that could only be plagiarized, as her name is...

Then I listened...

"Ain't about how fast I get there. Ain't about what's waiting on the other side. It's the climb."

Okay, so it's not a new concept. Recently I heard Garth Brook's song "The Dance." Same message.

I guess Mylie is kind of pretty. Oh, there really is talent in her voice. Uh-Oh, she's growing on me...

I was having a particularly frustrating day this week and reheard her song in the car. I turned it up. My frustration? Not my 3 cute kiddos, or my ever-pleasing husband. Not even the allergies that begged me to scratched my eyes out of their sockets. And no, it wasn't even my mom and sister arguing about bridal shower food. It was....

....the bane of all my existence....


...MY WEIGHT!!!!

"Ain't about how fast I get there. Ain't about what's waiting on the other side. It's the climb"

I realized that my mortal enemy had just spoken peace to my soul. Suddenly I am so thankful that I wasn't born to be thin. Because of my weight issues, I have sought out, researched, studied and spoken to anyone who would listen about weight, diet, health, food, muscles, fat, exercise, etc, etc. I am armed with knowledge and with that knowledge, I can raise a healthy and happy family. This is what's important. Not my ever bulgy belly.

At dinner that night, John informed that corn is his least favorite of the vegetables. "It's not a vegetable" I responded, without thinking. That is health 101 that I probably learned in my very first weight watcher's class many years ago. "It's a grain," I explained. "It's not as good for you as a vegetable. Eat the broccoli instead." He was impressed and I felt empowered because that was just the beginning of my ever-growing knowledge on all things health.

So before I got in bed, I looked at myself in the mirror, in only my unders, and just had to say "Holy Hannah Montana, you look good, Girl."