A recurring theme I come across frequently as a new mom, is "getting my body back". Well I don't want my old body back. I could take Angelina's, Catherine's, perhaps Selma's... but I'll gladly leave mine behind. The sad fact of the matter is that I'm only about 10 pounds shy of my pre-pregnancy weight and I still look about 4 or 5 months pregnant. *sigh*
I have Valerie Bertinelli telling me I'm carrying around sacks of potatoes, Marie Osmond hawking food that should probably alert Haz-Mat, Tony Horton yelling at me to "Bring It" and I don't know what Jillian Michaels is saying because quite frankly, she scares the hell out of me. It's not easy. It was never easy to begin with, and even more so now.
I once made the mistake of thinking "How hard can it be with a kid? You're always on the move, always active, and you may even forget to eat!" Yeah, right. I didn't think about trying to cook a healthy supper while my baby was howling for attention or trying to body slam the cat. I never tried to work out while inspiring my baby to attempt climbing out of his excer-saucer. And by the way, what the hell is a nap schedule? Does any child have one? Really?
But, none the less, it is time to "Bring It", drop the sack of potatos, and well... I draw the line at the Haz-Mat food. I actually did try that stuff when Buggy was born. It did nasty, frightening things to my stomach and other parts. And I'm still afraid of Jillian Michaels. But I want to be a good example for my baby as he grows up. I want to be here for a long time and have the most quality time as a family as possible.
And I'd like the seemingly permanent hole in my couch to eventually come back out.
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