Fleetwood Mac in the Morning…Feeling Cool

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Kerri Pomarolli
Kerri Pomarolli

So the clock radio in the car strikes 5:40 am and I’m driving to the YMCA to torture myself in week two of boot camp because I’m 20 pounds overweight after giving birth to a child who doesn’t seem to care about the havoc she has caused to my body. I’m in some bright pink sweats and a T-shirt that is too tight that says, “This is my sassy shirt”. For the first time in years, I have a gut and it’s not sexy. Nothing about me is sexy. In fact, I felt very, very middle-aged as I tried to fit into my skinny jeans last night and failed.

Ironically, last year at this time I was in the best shape of my life after finishing a weight-loss infomercial with my husband, Ron.

So I look down and see in the dash of the car — Dora the Explorer toys from McDonalds, a razor of Ron’s, a Red Bull can, and a Mexican coin. But I’m not seeing those things because I’m listening to Fleetwood Mac’s lyrics: “Thunder only happens when it’s rainin’…Players only love you when they’re playin’.” I’m instantly transported to another lifetime. Another young 23 year-old totally care-free girl who was head (and every other body part) over heels in lust with some Marine she met on the Hermosa Beach Pier at a bar called Sharkeez in some cute little sundress.

It seems like a million years ago, but hearing that song brought every sensory image from that relationship and time in my life flooding though my brain. I wasn’t driving to boot camp. I was driving to San Diego on a whim to go to some exclusive party with my “love/lust of the moment”, and walking along beaches with him picking flowers from peoples’ yards at 1 am, and me thinking it was the most romantic thing on the planet…Stealing — so cute!

He was a charmer, to say the least (he’s in my first book). But it’s not about him. It’s about the girl I once was. Who was that? Do I envy her? Do I want to go back? Am I jealous I’m not jumping off to Cancun for “Girlfriend vacations”, or spending hours lamenting over which outfit to wear while jamming out to Prince songs in my bathroom? I think my biggest anxiety back then was “Did I like him more than he liked me?” Nothing had changed since kindergarten when I had the same issue with Brandon Duck. I thought about my Marine (yes, I looked to see if he was on Facebook and he’s not)! I thought as I was listening to the music and letting it fill my senses, I wonder what life would have been like if I ended up with my Marine? We had a dramatic parting and I think I was secretly waiting for him to show up somewhere when he “shipped back in” and carry me off like Richard Gere, but it never happened. I heard he’s a lawyer somewhere in the Midwest and well, I’m me. I am a comedian with a husband, two kids, and a SUV going to boot camp three times a week to try to regain my “youthful figure”, whatever that is.

It was a moment this morning that made me literally grin from ear to ear. I turned up the jams and bobbed my head a little bit, feeling “cool.” So just for a moment, I realized that girl is still in there — 20 pounds or so heavier, but she’s in there. I still have some cool little sun dresses in the back of my closet along with my little white “goal pants”. I also have two amazing little girls who genetically would not be in existence unless Kerri Pomarolli and Ron McGehee turned off the cable TV a couple of times (sorry for the visual, Mom). But I love my life. I really do. I love that Friday nights are now spent with take-out Mexican Food and ice cream on the couch, anxiously waiting for the girls to fall asleep so Ron and I can try go make it through an episode of Burn Notice, Biggest Loser, or Food Network without dozing off. So, for today, I’ll jam out to my Fleetwood Mac and know that I still “got it” (whatever “it” is)! I just know there are three people in this world named Ron, Ruby, and Lucy that think I’m really, really cool!

OK, wait..my 3 year-old just approached me wearing nothing but a fur coat asking for more jello to put all over her body. I told her “No, honey. That’ s a different kind of outreach ministry altogether.” Go back to Diego and eat your dry cereal breakfast like mama made you.

Kerri Pomarolli is a Comedian/Actress/Supermodel Wannabe and Author of “Guys Like Girls Named Jennie”. She can be seen touring the country’s top venues with her clean comedy and inspirational speaking topics. For videos and more info please see her at www.KerriPom.com.


  1. Love it! I can SO relate to this…. my daughter is about to turn 2 and I still carry about 20 pounds more than before I was pregnant. I am glad to know I am not the only one that has moments of feeling like this!

  2. I enjoyed you the first time I read your book; too bad I had it too late! Thank you for keeping it real! Keep it coming!

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