I am keeping a diet and exercise journal. This is helping me with the “mommy meal skip,” where you feed everyone else, change a diaper, do a task, look up at the clock and realize it’s 2:30 and you last ate at breakfast.
Here, at my house, this is the setup for eating everything in sight from that moment until bedtime. Okay, not quite everything. The kids are safe.
1.6 miles
I’m guest blogging over at Modded Momma today about my weight loss journey after baby. Body issues before kids were simpler. I’m not saying I didn’t have any. I don’t think you can be female and alive in this society and not have SOME. But they were simpler. More like, “does my butt look good in these?” and, “what should my next tat be?”
Then I had kids. And I Got Big. Really, really Big. Twice. After Ian was born, I said, you know, if this chubby gig was just buying bigger pants and eating ice cream, I’d be just fine, but, gosh, my health. And I lost the weight. No problem.
This time, it’s been harder. Possibly because I was much fitter when I had Ian than this time. Maybe because my doctor unwittingly raised the stakes by stressing my risk factors for Type II diabetes. Whatever the reason, I’m struggling this time.
I Held The Line over the winter holidays. Which is something to be proud of, but then I KEPT HOLDING IT. I’ve been very hard on myself about all of it, which is, not surprisingly, not making me any healthier. Starting today, I’ll be celebrating the mile posts as I come upon them along the way.
You aren’t having roast beef and goldfish crackers for your birthday dinner?
One year ago right at this moment, I was at the hospital getting ready to report for my c-section. I was so very excited to finally meet you, bitty man! I thought I hadn’t formed any expectations about you, but you still came as a complete surprise. They lifted you out of me, and I said, “is that my baby?” (no, ma’am, it’s bring your naked baby to work day. Yours will be here soon.)
You took my breath away. You still do. Happy birthday, sweetie!
A certain sneaky baby thinks I don’t know he can walk. All afternoon, I’d say “you know I can see you, right?” and he’d give me a sweet, innocent little face and get down on all fours. then, the minute he thought I wasn’t looking, HE WOULD DO IT AGAIN.
Sly, sneaky baby.
Michael: Dude. Hands on your stuff again, huh?
Keeghan: Yeah.
Daddy: Dude. DUDE! I can see we’re going to have trouble with you.
This baby was ready to ROLL today, and the weather was perfect! So that’s just what we did.
Total miles today: 5.62
This is what happens while we wait for dinner to be ready around here. Ian wants to know if he can keep drawing more slices on the pizza, but once I pointed out that 1/64 of a pizza is a really, REALLY small piece, he decided we’d done enough.
Keeghan thinks we are idiots, because he can see perfectly well that the “pizza” is actually a piece of paper.
In one of our moments of random family geekiness, we were looking up music trivia before 7 am today. Specifically, The Zombies and The Kinks.
Ian: Mommy, Keeghan is a Zombie Baby. Why is he a zombie?
Me: Well, he’s very tired, and he’s making a zombie face.
Michael: Yeah, he’s hungry for our brains.
Ian: I’m the one who attacks the Zombie Baby. AND RIDES ON HIM.
Me: I don’t think you can actually ride your brother.
Keeghan: MMMMMMMMMMMMM!
No afternoon nap for a certain cranky baby, so we took a walk with brother after school.
.75 miles