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I had a reality check the other day… Since having both babies one after the next, you may imagine I’m not in prime shape anymore. Of course, I was no athlete prior to having children, but was at least one dress size lower than I am currently.

Anyway, as I mentioned in a previous post, I began my motherhood journey at around 190 lbs. That turned into 240 by the time I had Collin, and quickly retreated to around 205 after he was born. So began round two, bringing me back up to 240. I was at about 260, but due to a horrible stomach virus 3 days before my c-section, I lost nearly 20 lbs. in the span of a couple days. Less weight fell off of me this time, and while I’ve lost about 13 lbs. in the past couple months, since becoming conscious of my diet, I’m stuck in holding at 207.5 lbs.

Me, about 6 months after Brendan was born. Not bad, but I can do better.

Me, about 6 months after Brendan was born. Not bad, but I can do better.

I keep telling myself that I need to lose that last 20 lbs. I had hoped to have it completed by my birthday, which is now just a month away. So… that probably isn’t going to happen. I tell myself every night that I’m going to get up in the morning and go for a walk/jog before work. But when the alarm goes off I just hit “snooze” until it’s too late to do anything but shower and run out the door. And I keep waiting to have one of those “enough is enough” moments where I just go crazy and start exercising like a madwoman, but it doesn’t happen. Am I just lazy? Or distracted by everything else that goes on in a day?

I have been doing my best to eat better… Eating less than normal at mealtimes, choosing better snacks for myself, and cutting out sugared drinks. I park farther away from doors at the store when I don’t have kids to carry, I do arm presses with Brendan above my head. I walk to work when the weather is suitable. But I just can’t seem to get over that plateau without some hardcore dedication.

While the weight bothers me, I’ve found that getting myself a new wardrobe¬†has greatly improved my level of esteem¬†(since I’d been in maternity clothes for 2 years, it was necessary anyway). It sounds pretty sad, but having clothes that fit nicely and are more of the style I like rather than exclusively the style that’s on clearance has helped improve how I see myself, even with the extra pounds.

I know my kids will love me either way. Collin gives me hugs and says “Momma pretty.” My fiance adores me just the way I am and tells me so frequently. So why do I feel the nagging need to do something I know I’ll hate? For me. I’ve got to do this for me.

Today’s link:
After hearing the tragic news of a toddler drowning recently in Duluth, I felt the need to remind all the parents out there that nobody should be responsible for protecting our kids but us. Discovery Health compiled this top 10 list of health safety tips for kids. Check it out, and make sure to love on your kids today.