“So what is your blog called again?” J asked me last night.
“Total Mama Makeover. What do you think?”
“Well, are you doing a ‘total mama makeover’?”
“YES! Haven’t you noticed anything different about me this week?”
“Yeah. Actually, you’ve been amazing this week,” J said sincerely. “Whatever you’re doing: keep it up.”
I’ve managed to ROCK my two resolutions this week. The first – no convenience food – has been a bit challenging. I long to stop for a cinnamon dolce latte on the drive back from Hendrik’s preschool. Last night, we were still out running errands at 5; J was going to be home late and actually encouraged me to pick up something easy for H and me.
‘Twas hard to resist the allure of Chick-Fil-A or Chipotle, but I remembered my resolve and visualized the things I could buy with the saved cash: travel to exotic lands; the rose gold Michael Kors watch I’ve had my eye on for a year; a new gym membership. It worked. We arrived home and I made H a “bean taco” and myself a “burrito bowl” using organic black beans (no sodium), and fresh, organic vegetables.
My second goal was to MOVE, and have I ever! I’ve been wearing the old pedometer (or as H calls it, “Mommy’s steps”) and just… not sitting. I was only able to get out for a real walk with Ailie once this week; but the other days, I MOVED. I cleaned our master bath as Ailie napped and H played with the bangles in my jewelry box. I vacuumed the entire house with A strapped in the Ergo. I washed cloth diaps. I tidied the kitchen a little obsessively. I organized the toys in the playroom. I did 85 loads of laundry.
I have to tell you, this did wonders for my well-being this week. Trying to corral the two babes in a (mostly) clean and halycon environment is such an energy booster (clutter and disarray really drains J and me both). Plus, I knew I was burning calories.
The scale is moving ever so slowly, but it’s moving. And working towards these resolutions has given me a newfound respect for my body. I look at my squishy stomach, with the dark linea nigra running through it, and I think: that’s no small feat, birthing a nearly 10 pound child. Cut yourself a break.
So I do, and then I move. Slow and steady.