I didn't start out the New Year with any sort of resolutions. I had enough on my mind, and figured just getting through the night would be a good enough resolution.
But today I'm trying to get myself back on track. I gave myself four weeks of guilt free lazing around, stuffing my face, pure inertia. Even though my friends all assure me that I can eat whatever I want and not gain any weight, it's not quite true. Those 20 pounds I lost the week after Jules was born has turned into less than 20 pounds because I have been eating massive amounts of food. Seriously. Nine months of no appetite caught up with me, and I find myself starving. All. the. time. It started the moment I gave birth to Julianne (actually, it started the hour before that) and it has continued since then.
Sure, I have some excuse to be eating more because I'm nursing, but it's gotten a bit out of hand. Just a couple weeks ago we were at Applebee's, and I ordered a meal. Per her request I ordered Sydney spaghetti, but when it arrived she burst into tears and cried, "I don't LIKE spaghetti!" in that whiny voice that she slips into more often than we'd like. I told her that she could opt not to eat anything (so she didn't). Then not only did I eat my meal, but I ate all of Sydney's meal too.
When Jason asked me where Sydney's spaghetti was (I suppose so we could take it home and have her eat it for dinner) I confessed: "I ate it."
"Well, where's your meal?"
"I ate that too." Then I checked his plate just to make sure there weren't any more leftovers I could eat.
Today I decided that I was feeling strong enough and recovered enough that I could start with some exercise to compensate for the million calories I eat every day. This morning I told Sydney that we were going to exercise, and she was all over that. She pulled out my post-pregnancy exercise DVD, ran to get the exercise mat, and then urged me on, "Let's go Momma!"
We started with some pilates but it wasn't the usual routine that I do, and so I got annoyed with the instructor. Nevertheless, Sydney was encouraging. "Lay down! Legs up! Squeeze your gluts!"
"I am squeezing my gluts, Syd."
"Squeeze those gluts Momma! Gluts! Gluts!"
You think I'm joking, but really, she's fierce about those gluts. And she's energetic about getting all the moves down. When she's not coaching me on, she's making sure I notice what a great job she's doing. "Look at me! I'm doing it! I'm moving like her!" And indeed, she's certainly more flexible than I am. Hopefully I'll catch up with her eventually.
At the end of the workout, there's a Mommy and Me workout to be done with the baby, and even though I tried to get Sydney to do the exercises with her doll while I worked with Julianne, she would have none of that. "You take the baby, Momma. And I'll take Julianne." So, with some monitoring on my part, Sydney did all the stretching exercises with Jules. She worked her arms, her legs, and gently massaged her shoulders and tummy. I didn't get much of a workout, but my heart still seemed to get plenty of exercise anyway.
I had thought I would only do pilates a couple days a week, but if Sydney pulls out the floor mat tomorrow you can bet I'll be exercising with her. That's okay. The more I exercise the less I have to worry about those
two three bowls of spaghetti I had for lunch.