I'm also happy to say I don't look as bad as I thought in a swimsuit. True, I am far from the best shape of my life, and this cocoa butter stuff isn't doing jack for the stretch marks. But whatever size I am, I'm glad I have an hourglass figure so I at least look like a woman, not a flat 12-year-old boy or a burly linebacker dude. There are always things to be happy about, and I'm choosing to be happy about the fact that I am healthy and curvy the way Marilyn Monroe did us all proud!
Speaking of healthy, I'm back on the smoothies and balanced eating, and getting over soda once again. And for whatever reason, despite eating out while on vacation, I came home a few pounds lighter — back down to 153! It must be all that aforementioned child wrangling I do. Nice!
Now that I'm home and used to the full-time mom thing, I'm getting active again. Here's one way I weave it into our daily routine:
I wear my baby while I tidy the house. As you can see, he's a big fella — about a third the size of me (not in weight yet, thank heavens). This picture doesn't truly do him justice, though. There's a reason we call him Moose and Stout Lad. To wit:
See the enormous diaper? We have to buy him a size 5 to be big enough to fit around his monstrous thighs, which we affectionately call his "thunders." And yes, I will admit he gets that from me. Poor thing.
He's also a physical challenge for me because he's incredibly strong and insanely determined. When he has decided to climb you using your hair as a rope, it nearly takes the jaws of life to pry him off. He's started "giving kisses," which I put in quotation marks because it's actually a face mauling. It's adorable and so endearing, but seriously, when he catches me off guard he yanks my head so hard I feel my neck pop. Yowza.
So needless to say, I'm keeping busy. I have some fresh determination and a better handle on my new situation, and life is good. I'm ready to get back in action and start fighting the fat!!!
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