December 05, 2005

Being a SAHM is bad for my ass

Or if you like big butts and you cannot lie, it's good for my ass. Perspective is important.

Ever since I can remember, I have struggled with my weight. From the time I was a teenager, I have jumped around from a size 6 to a 12 and everywhere in between. But I have never been bigger than a twelve, until I became a mom. I cannot drop this weight. And I hear EVERYTHING... don't worry the weight will just fall off when you breastfeed, you won't have time to eat when you take care of a baby all day, once he can walk and you are chasing him around it will come off easy. I really fell for the first two which obviously haven't happened or I wouldn't be posting about this, now would I? And the third new mommy lie? Well, let's just say I don't have high hopes for his mobility changing the size of my ass.

So what's a girl to do? It's frustrating to look at all the Hollywood moms who took it off in three months. Proves it can be done - just as long as you can afford to hire an army to whip you back into shape. But even so, THREE MONTHS! And I'm sitting here 6 months later with 25 extra pounds enjoying a long-term lease on my 5'3" frame.

I definitely get exercise. I walk all over the place - Liam and I try to get out at least once a day - and I run for 20 minutes three times a week, but apparently that is not enough to shrink my waistline. And I eat fairly healthfully, I just eat a large volume of healthy stuff, I guess. "But you're healthy, so it shouldn't matter," you say. That is just a very popular lie. Cause it does matter - so I should really do something about it.

The only time I can remember being happy with my weight I was a size 5/6 and friends of mine were worried about me cause I was so small. I wasn't eating much and I wasn't taking very good care of myself, but sadly my self confidence was probably at the highest it's ever been. I remember saying to a friend of mine that when I was heavier I had always thought that if I could just lose some weight I would be happy and I was right. It's easy when you are skinny - you can put on nearly anything and it looks good and people compliment you. I know that I am the same person no matter what size I am - my happiness shouldn't be tied to my weight - but on some level it is.

Now, I'm not really one for New Year's resolutions - I never set them, but maybe just this once since the timing works I'll make one. My goal will be to maintain (ie - not gain) over the Christmas holiday and then really focus on getting into my pre-pregnancy clothes after the New Year. I'll share my progess with you all to keep myself accountable - so you can look for a new weekly feature come January. That is, if I can think of a way to make it entertaining.

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November 23, 2005

Ohboyohboyohboyohboy!

Man, am I ever tired. Not sleepy tired, but tired out from having to listen to squawky baby all day. I'm not sure what Liam's deal is, but ugh, my patience is officially tried. He hasn't napped for longer than 45 minutes today and that does not a happy baby make. Lucky me, Steve has hockey tonight, so no throwing the baby at him the minute he walks in the door and running for the hills - or the nearest bar.

His age is tough 'cause there's only so much you can do with someone who just stares at the ceiling. But as of today, he can sit for short periods of time by himself before toppling over. So, soon I will be able to play with him face to face or sit him down with some toys. And the cats better beware 'cause he's showing more and more interest in them. I can just see the cogs turning - his little brain trying to devise a way he can get a fistful of fur to pull on.

I went for a run last night and I don't have a lot of energy today - strange 'cause usually exercise makes me feel much better. This lack of energy leaves me pretty unmotivated and I'm kinda dragging my ass. Okay, wait a minute, you know how I said I'm not sleepy tired? I take that back.

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November 12, 2005

What!?! Yams? I have no idea where the yams went!

We have started solid foods and it is fun. Though it means I am preparing his meals, my meals and then cleaning up after said meals for a large part of the day. Between that, nursing and operation face-up baby there's not a lot of extra doing stuff time. So far, yams, squash, apple sauce, peaches, and oatmeal cereal get a thumbs up. Rice cereal and barley cereal, not so much. And peas get a big HELL NO.

Actually the peas event was SO FUNNY I took a video on my phone and sent it to Steve right away. Liam made this horrible gag face when I gave him a spoonful and then refused to close his mouth on it. Though he wasn't quite with it enough to spit the stuff out, maybe he was in shock. He just sat there with his mouth open, peas visible on his tongue make this NEVER-ENDING aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... noise (that's aaahhh as in bats, not wall - sorry that's the best I could think of). I couldn't stop laughing - dude, if it's that bad, SPIT IT OUT! So we aborted the peas attempt. They say that it can take 10 times offering a new food until it is accepted, so I'm gonna offer it to him once a week until he will swallow it or I run out, whichever comes first. I'll wait until I could use a good laugh cause if not for my own entertainment, what did I have a baby for?

And, isn't he cute? He's just so damn adorable.

Update
I have been informed that my description of the aaaaahhhh sound is really bad - which I already knew - I'll try again. The "a" sound he made was "a" as in ack not all. Is that better?

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October 26, 2005

Hey Lady, Back Away From the Stroller

Yesterday Liam and I ventured out of the house to take back some library books. On our way we were stopped by an older lady who asked me if she could "see the baby." Now, my first reaction was, "You can see the baby just fine where you are." But I thought that was a little rude, so I said sure and followed up with, "Don't touch him," as I saw her hand going to touch his.

I don't understand why a lot of mothers have a problem telling people not to touch their baby. For all I know your private passion is playing with raw sewage, how do I know if you washed your hands after. I think it is a reasonable request of a stranger, if someone is offended they can just push off.

Anyway, this lady starts bending over the stroller and I start thinking, "Jesus lady, you trying to get in there, can't you see it's already full?" I was about to tell her to back off when Liam stepped in for me. He let go with the most piercing frightened sounding scream causing the lady to immediately back off and apologize. Ha ha, remember that the next time you barge right into someone's personal space! He's a baby, but he's still got limits.

It took me a while to calm Liam down after that, but it serves me right for making eye contact. I've lived in the city long enough to know better.

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October 14, 2005

Yuck, yuck, yuck!

Note that that is yuck with a ck not yuk with a k. I would much prefer yuk with a k, but alas, so is my life.

I have cleaned up baby puke explosion 3 times and cat puke explosion 1 time. I am puke explosioned out!

Not a great day.

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