Old Habits Die Hard in the Mommy World…..
Nine months of no gym, healthy eating or thinking about calories! Nine months of a “get out of jail free” card. In reality, the day your baby is born, all you can think about (besides this tiny person) is your CLOSET!! How am I ever going to fit into all of these things again? Seeing that I have been on ‘sabbatical’, surely these clothes are out of style, and I won’t have to face them! I can still eat what I want, be lazy and buy new clothes! GENIUS!
Let’s get back to reality – I do not want to get nominated for the “Biggest Loser” or other terrible fat person reality show (and being humiliated on TV is certainly not motivating). Some days I do not eat; other days, maybe a Starburst or two or the ol’ Bell is ringing in my head for a burrito! HOW DO I MAKE IT ALL STOP?! Where is the girl that used to eat only whole, natural foods and avoided white sugar and processed foods like the plague?! I think the baby smothered her with two buns from Whataburger to shut her up! Pregnancy is tough; all of a sudden you are unrecognizable, finding yourself wanting foods that were once taboo and shunned from your diet. Suddenly these unhealthy ‘foods’ are a “must”; eaten in mass quantities just to get through all of the morning sickness. But what does one do when the queasiness is gone and the baby is no longer an excuse to eat it all?
I find that I am full of excuses! They including the following…
- Too tired (living on 3-4 hours of sleep)
- Too HOT (it’s 103 degrees out with high humidity; I mean, seriously, people)
- No time to cook (the Baby NEEDS me)
- Too sore (C-Section)
- Dirty house (how can I work out when my house looks like this?!)
- Did I mention that the baby needs me?! (This is ALL Day, ALL The Time, Folks!)
It is so frustrating to flip open a magazine and read about Kendra Wilkinson or Kourtney Kardashian. Their babies are 5 minutes old, and they are back to a size 0, fitting in all of their pre-baby clothes. Bitches. The reality is, I don’t have a maid, nanny, chef, or a personal trainer. All I have is me. I need to whip my own ass back into shape versus relying on someone else to do it for me. I have found little to no time for myself, while adjusting to being a mother. I hope to ‘find myself’ again and incorporate the “old” me with the mom and wife that I have now become.
- Emily Rannebarger