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.  ;)

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The other night I went out with my best friend.  I was so excited & hardly had time to think about what I was going to wear.  After all, it was my first girl’s night out and I was more excited about that so I really forgot to look in my closet to see what I had to wear.

My friend came over and we looked in my closet, trying to find something for me to wear.  I have a lot of clothes… I mean, a lot.  However I do not own any “fat” clothes.

And since I just had a baby, this really sucks.  Big time.

All of my pants range from a size 2 to a size 6.  All of my shirts are x-small or small.  This is the extent of my closet.

Do you have any idea how frustrating it was to look through tons and tons of cute clothes, while knowing damn well that nothing will fit?  Plus, we were going out that night and what was I going to wear?  I surely didn’t want to sport any maternity wear that night.

I had so many shirts that still had the price tags on them.  I bought them right before finding out I was pregnant, so I never had the chance to wear them.  My friend ripped the tag right off of one and wore it.  Oh, it was so cute!

I tried on shirts and they were too snug for my liking.  I knew that I wouldn’t feel comfortable in them, but the real kicker was my favorite pair of jeans.

I held up said jeans and my friend said, “Those were the jeans that you loved?  They look so small.”  I said, “Just for fun I’m going to try them on.”  (And by “fun”, I really meant “torture”.)

Without one word of a lie, the right pant leg fit only to my right knee.  Oh and I guess I’ll be honest and tell you that they were very tight fitting from my right knee down to my ankle.  Why was it that I was pregnant all over my body instead of just in my stomach?

In fear of ripping my favorite jeans, I quickly took those pants off and asked my friend if she wanted to try them on too.  She was a lot smarter than me and quickly said that she didn’t.  Smart, smart girl.

I found another pair of jeans, skinny ones that looked even smaller.  Seriously they looked like they belonged to an 8th grader.  I did not dare put those bad boys on.

So all of that has been excellent motivation for me to exercise.  I have dealt with the postpartum depression.  I understand Monkey’s schedule right now.  I have mastered getting the dishes & laundry done daily.  I have also conquered my nightly glass of wine that I look forward to daily.

Now I am ready to tackle losing all of this damn baby weight.  It grosses me out to way this much, but to feel so flabby.  Yesterday I went to buy a pair of running shoes & everyone (I mean, everyone) at the store was in shape.  Like really toned, skinny, and just perfect.  Ahhh, that used to be me.  (Insert sad face here.)

Instead of getting all sorry for myself though, it provides great motivation for me.  So today is just another day in which I will exercise.  I am determined to lose this baby weight and be in shape… and hopefully (keeping my fingers crossed) fitting back into my beloved True Religion jeans.

PS – Is anyone interested in an online exercise group on the next post where we can just be held accountable for exercising each day.  It helps me to be accountable & perhaps we can learn a thing or two from one another.  It’ll be fun & I hope that it will motivate you to do a little exercise each day too!

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I highly doubt Jane would be jumping on this right now, especially after the non-stop nausea and morning sickness today.  

However, I thought I’d share what I found.  It’s called, “Dancing Thru Pregnancy“.  They’ve been around for 25 years.

You can also check out a recent article posted by the NBC Connecticut website.

Now obviously I don’t see Pregnant Jane doing anything like this right now now, but maybe once she gets through this horrible sickness stage she may be up for something like this?  I think it would be good for her and fun for her to do.  Not sure if they’re any local place around these parts, but worst case I could crank on some 80′s music or something and watch her jam out.

Has anyone done this or heard of this?

Really, there needs to be something for soon-to-be dad’s to do.  And don’t say we should dance, because if anyone saw this boy dance, they’d be rolling on the floor laughing, and that wouldn’t be good for pregnant women!

OK… I might as well admit this now since we’re on the subject of dancing because it makes me think of music…

If Jane is feeling better tomorrow, I’m going to ask her to record a song with me.  You see, a few days ago I wrote a song about pregnancy and I thought it was pretty good.

Neither Jane or I can sing whatsoever, so I’m sure it will turn out horrible… but it’ll be fun.  I’ll record it, and get it up on this site sometime.  Hopefully she’s up for it tomorrow.  If not, one of these days I’ll get her to sing the song I wrote about pregnancy.

Now don’t think I’m some professional sound recorder or anything.  If I can get Jane to do it, we’ll be singing into my webcam microphone.  ha ha!  Stay tuned… you may be hearing Jane and I sing a song in a few days!

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