I just took a shower after laying Eli down for a nap.
This is different from my routine, typically I wake up and give the kids breakfast, throw Eli in the exersaucer which has taken permanent residence in my bathroom and I jump in the shower. I get in, do a half ass job at shaving (if I shave at all), wash my hair get out and run around trying to get ready while also getting Anna and Noah ready for school. (wash their faces, fix their hair, test their breath, make sure their morning chores are done…)
We barely make it out the door without me screaming at someone out of pure frustration. I just wish they would plan better. I even say that “Anna, I wish you would plan better!”
Which is funny because LOOK AT HER MOTHER. The grown woman racing around in her around, trying to throw on some mascara, etc, etc.
So, today, I skipped my shower and took it later. This morning was much more pleasant, if I do say so myself.
Since I had a little bit of extra time, however, I was able to uh…look at the current situation of my body which was frightening, to say the least. I suppose it was something that needed to happen sooner or later. The chips ahoy and the double cheeseburgers were landing a little too easily in my hands, normally when I eat like crap I’m totally aware of it and I try to not over do it.
You see, I’m a planner with my greasy food but not so much with anything else. (God, I wish I were kidding.)
Lately, though…food has been extra delicious and totally tempting which was quite obvious by the looks of things today.
I mean, seriously…WOW.
What’s interesting and almost confusing is that lately, I have felt sexier than I have in a long time, so basically, I like me with my clothes on, which is good because well, they’re usually on. (You’re welcome.) And I am down to my pre-pregnancy weight (which wasn’t necessarily great to begin with) but I’m much, let’s see, I’m much “less firm” nowadays.
So, I’m thinking I need to exercise on a more regular basis and by regular basis I mean, exercise for the first time since Eli was born.
Nine months ago.
Here’s my plan and it’s your job to hold me accountable. Which means if I don’t firm up, it’s not my fault. (this is also important because I’ll be in Florida in a few months where it’s not acceptable to wear jeans in a pool, which I will do, if necessary.)
I’m going to start doing yoga. Either at home or in a class.
I’m going to start sharing outfits with you guys on a more regular basis, they inspire me, a lot.
and I’m going to stop eating cookies. COLD TURKEY. See? I mean business.
So, here’s the outfit I put together that inspires me. And those pink flowers? Those are for me, too.
(which is why I posted it.)