For the last five and a half months, I’ve been doing nothing but making excuses for my slightly less than sexy post-pregnancy bod. Excuses like, I just had a baby. My body’s still trying to recover. Plus, I’m tired. And stressed. I don’t have time to brush my hair, let alone exercise. And my perennial favorite: I’m focusing on my baby right now. Who cares what I look like?
I care, that’s who. Although he’d never admit it, I’m pretty sure my husband does to. After all, he’s the one who has to look at me (I know, honey, you think I’m hot no matter how heavy I am, blah, blah, blah).
But you know what? That’s not even the point. The point is that I don’t feel good at this weight. I don’t have as much energy, or as much stamina, as I should. I’m certainly not doing my heart any favors.
And that little girl? The one I’ve been focusing on 100 percent? Needs a mommy who’s a good role model. One who’s healthy, and fit, and able to keep up with her. One who’s proud of her body, and can teach her to feel good about herself – by providing a good example.
So, I’m done, Internet. Done making excuses. Starting today, I’m getting down to business. I’m going to start taking my Weight Watchers Online membership seriously. Exercising at least three days a week. And re-developing the healthy habits that help make me feel comfortable in my own skin.
I owe it to myself. And to the baby girl who gave me this belly in the first place.
And, because I can’t seem to do anything privately anymore (is blogging an addiction?), I’m going to share the journey with all of you.
I’m not telling you how much I weigh – I’m not feeling that brave. Suffice it to say that I weigh more than my husband does (cringe). And my measurements? Okay, I’m not feeling that brave either. Maybe I’ll share those in a couple months – when they’re slightly less scary.
Instead, I’m starting another blog, called Banishing the Baby Belly. That’s where I’ll write about my successes, challenges, and share inspiration (when I find it). And each Saturday, I’ll let you know how much I’ve lost (both here and there).
If anybody out there wants to join in, I’d be happy to have you. I’m a firm believer that misery shared is slightly less painful than misery borne alone.
So…here we go. Wish me luck.