Saturday, January 12, 2008
Last night, a friend (obviously a very good friend) dropped off a ziploc full of brownies for me and Joy. So for dessert, I gave Joy a piece. And then I very conservatively ate just one piece (because I am trying to be healthy, you know). But then I blacked out. And I saw a bright light, kind of like in those near death experiences you hear about? And when I came to, I was holding an empty Ziploc.
Scary.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
It finally came to me today that unless I paint myself into a corner, I may never actually get my rear in gear and lose the new-and-improved 30+ pounds I've put on with this baby. Plus I got a little extra motivation from a hysterical Seattle writer, on her mom-fitness blog. So. I painted myself into a lovely corner.
I headed down to my favorite runner's shop/resource and asked if they wouldn't like some help with their web site in exchange for some help with my fat ass. Only I didn't say it in exactly those words.
I would love to have myself signed up for a 5K within a few months, and to complete a half marathon within the year. But my real goal is this. When I run, I want all my parts to jiggle TOGETHER. I'm not even asking that they never jiggle. Just that they jiggle in unison, as one unit, up and down at the same time.
I will post some schedules and goals as they develop, for any other crazies who want to get it on the fun with me...
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Our family celebrated Hanukkah together this weekend. And I should
really write about something deep and meaningful. Like the meeting of
religions that occurs in our family when we say the Hebrew prayer and
light the menorah, which sits beside our Christmas tree.
But
all I really want to talk about are my boobs. And the fact that they
are now so big that if they get one little tiny bit bigger they are
going to explode like over-filled water balloons. And that I can't find
a bra big enough to hold them in. And that milk is dripping onto my
feet. MY FEET. Oh. My. God.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
I am switching Clara to formula for health reasons, and yesterday was
the last day I breastfed. Just when I thought that certainly these
bazookas could not possibly get any bigger, they are. They are
enormous. If I wanted to (which I don't) I could feed a village with
these babies. Or knock out a medium sized person.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
How you know it might be time to lose the baby weight: Your best friend's 3-year-old daughter says, "Do you have ANOTHER baby in your tummy!?" and rubs your stomach.