As I put on my maternity jeans today, I realized that while I hate the fact that I’m still wearing maternity jeans, I’m not exactly doing much about it. As in I’m seriously lacking the motivation for some reason.
I can rattle off a bajillion reasons why I need to lose this damn baby weight, but I would rather eat a Chick-Fil-A sandwich and waffle fries instead. Oh, okay I’ll be honest: I washed the above down with a Dr. Pepper.
My size 10 maternity jeans are feeling a bit snug… in the hips & thigh area, which is no good at all. It’s actually quite depressing that it’s been 3 months since I had Monkey & I’m still wearing maternity pants. Sigh.
I decided today that I’m going to do more than just walk in the morning with my neighbor. This is serious business & I need to get off my lazy ass & do something about this current situation.
No lie but when we were at the pumpkin patch my brother was like “Oh wow, she’s a MILF!” Now while I don’t aspire to necessarily be a MILF, it would be nice to be recognized as one… instead of the frumpy new mom that I see myself as.
I’ve got showering & not having greasy hair down. I’ve mastered not having a single dirty dish in the sink ever. And all of our clothes in the house are clean all of the time (& put away, which is a big accomplishment for me I must say.) My house is clean, including the kitchen appliances & granite.
But I feel frumpy.
Today I ran out to Target & I just thew my hair in a ponytail (what it is always in). I will even go as far to admit to cyber-world that I didn’t even brush my hair. Nope, just throw it up in a pony. I threw on maternity jeans, flip flops, & a shirt and was out the door.
I will say that I did put on my engagement ring (wedding band still doesn’t fit) for the first time since having Monkey (yay!) & I put on my diamond stud earrings, diamond stud necklace, watch, & pearl & diamond ring on my other hand. This is all jewelry that I used to wear 24/7, even in the shower & sleeping. For some reason when I was pregnant, I kept it all in my drawer & wanted the “plain” look, I suppose.
Now it’s time to work on myself. I should take a little extra time & apply some makeup. Shoot, I should really take the time to brush my hair too. Just sayin’.
Operation Get-My-Ass-Into-Shape has officially began.
Once my Chick-Fil-A settles, I’m going to sweat my ass off. (I’m really hoping that Monkey cooperates & stays asleep.) I think part of the problem is that I’m in lounge wear when Monkey & I don’t leave the house. Lounge wear is stretchy & I never feel uncomfortable.
Today in my maternity jeans & fitted shirt, I felt uncomfortable. This is important people.
So, in conclusion, if I have to make myself feel uncomfortable day & night in order to find my motivation I will do so. I need to get back to the cute, in shape, not eating fast food (even Chick-Fil-A), makeup-wearing, jewelry-loving girl that I used to be. I used to walk around with such confidence & now I walk around pulling my shirt down in the back so that no one will spy that I’m wearing maternity jeans.
Yesterday I went into the convenience store to pick up some beer for Tarzan. Of course I got carded (which I don’t mind one bit), but this time it was different. The dumb girl behind the counter said, “You look different. Was this picture from a long time ago?”
Oh I wanted to lie & say that it was, but truth be told, it’s not. It’s a picture from March 2008. I was skinny, tan, makeup on, & hair done. To her I was a chubby, pale, no makeup hiding behind my sunglasses & hair in a pony tail kind of girl.
In the end, this is what made me realize that I’ve turned into someone that I’m not & I need to get back to the girl that I used to be. I don’t want to be that mom that people say “has let herself go” since having kids. Another truth: That is one of my biggest fears about this whole thing. To master being a mom, but not take proper care of myself. I’m nipping it in the bud & going to exercise now.
If you want to join in, reply in the comments. Or if you just want to tell me that you know what I’m talking about, reply. If you are telling me that you don’t relate to what I’m saying & that you hold the current status of being a MILF, I don’t want to hear from you. Just kidding… but please be nice. ;)
You might also want to read:
- My grandmother’s shock about maternity clothes
- First date night post baby, makeup, and what do stay at home moms do?
- Pre-pregnancy & post-pregnancy & the difference of Friday nights
- What kind of maternity jeans do/did you prefer when pregnant? Low-rise, full panel, semi-panel, etc
- Postpartum Exercise + Flabby Baby Weight = A LONG Way To Go!
I know this is a little old . . . I'm catching up now that I'm expecting my own little person. But - I wanted to point out this website: http://theshapeofamother.com/.
It seems to be one that has hundreds of different pictures of moms, it was very uplifting to me, not sure if everyone would like it after reading but just thought I'd offer it!
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