Hello world!
Saturday, January 17th, 2009Over the past 4 years, I have been either pregnant, recovering from being pregnant, or trying to get pregnant. Now that my tubes are tied and my milk has dried up, I feel like I am ready to reclaim my former babe status.
Since Thanksgiving, I have been hard at work trying to loose the baby weight. Hell, lets call a spade a spade, I didn’t give birth to a 25 lb baby. Let’s call it my potato chip, bean burrito (I live in Southern California), and ice cream weight.
After the birth of my first child, I had pretty much resigned myself to the notion that I was never going to be one of those moms that we all hate. The ones in the perfectly coordinated gym attire and the tight bodies that suggest that their equally perfectly groomed children were not only taked care of exclusively by nannies but were birthed via surrogate mother. I thought, my husband loves me just the way I am. I don’t have the luxury of a 60 minute workout. I have too much to do. I give up.
Deep down, I didn’t want to give up. I am not ashamed to admit that I do not like the way I look when I am overweight. Yes ladies, I am vain. Deal with it. When I am beyond what I call my “happy weight” I don’t enjoy getting dressed or getting undressed for that matter. Don’t get me wrong, I have never been “skinny” and my “happy weight” does not equal physical perfection. It equals feeling sexy when I am out with my husband when I catch him “checking me out”. It equals feeling like my boys are going to be proud to introduce me as their mother. It equals putting my own health on my “to do” list because I love myself enough to make the time.