Cure for a Heavy…Conscience

April 17, 2010

in Blame The Sudafed, Running In Place

So first off, I have to confess something.  If ya’ll have been following my blog for any length of time (or got bored at work one day and raided the archives), you know that I occasionally exercise.  And by occasionally exercise, I mean I spend 1 week struggling through a Pilates video led by Gumby and the next 3 weeks bitching about it.

So I have to say – all that bitching?  Sure managed to burn a TON of calories.  Because in the past year, I’ve managed to lose a grand total of 25 pounds.  Not including the extra 10 I gained/lost from the pregnancy.

That’s right.  I’m now 25 pounds Lighter than I was Before I got pregnant last year.

Of course, there was also the whole not-eating-for-3-months due to “morning sickness.”  And not eating the last 2 months because my entire stomach was taken over by my kid.

And while I would by no means consider that the easy way out, I didn’t exactly work for it.  And now I’m terrified that the minute I stop breastfeeding (ie. passing all of my caloric intake onto my massive man-child), it will all come rushing back.  (Somehow, though, the entire stock of Girl Scout Cookies that I bought to “freeze for later” has managed to comfort me in my time of need.)

So, in an effort to be able to stay in my new skinny jeans as well as to be able to maintain enough arm muscle to pick up my 20+ pound kid, I decided to start exercising.


I know.

Let’s be honest.  When half of my very-cute non-pregnancy wardrobe is now at least 1 size to big, and my unemployment checks have to go to things other than new clothes, the single pair of smaller-sized jeans I’ve allowed myself to purchase isn’t really incentive to stay that size.  And, eventually, my kid will learn to bear his own weight and walk.  I hope.  Please God, someday soon.

But to keep this post from being another one of those “Day 1 – exercised.  Day 2 – Said F-it, pass the Cheetos” blogs, I decided to spice things up a bit.  Rather than make the Big Man my exercise partner, I decided to label him my competition.

Which is when things started to get ugly.

You see, the Big Man and I are VERY competitive people.  If you ever want me to do something, just tell me I can’t.  (Unless its eating Brussel Sprouts.  Because then – you are TOTALLY right.)  I hate to lose.  And I hate to let the Big Man win.  Because then its just one more time he’s right.  So I decided to challenge him to see who could work out the most days in a month.  If I won, he’d have to change all the diapers for an entire weekend.  Without me having to ask even once.  (I know!  Better than the lottery or a bowl full of fudge!)

March got off to a Fantastic start.  I was Totally trouncing him.  Then I got sick.

Wah wah wah.  Long story short – I lost in the month of March.  By like a day.

So now its April.  And even though the Big Man didn’t actually win anything in March, I’m determined not to lose out to him again.

Except I’ve already missed 5 days.


So when the Big Man came home last night with a sore back, I was Very sympathetic.  Very understanding.  Of COURSE you can’t be expected to exercise with a bad back, hun!

And then today?  It was just a lucky coincidence when he happened to get home from work just as his favorite cookies were coming out of the oven.  Honestly.

And I didn’t actually do a happy dance when he decided he needed to give his back another day of rest.  At least not in front of him.

It’s not as if I’m actively sabotaging him.

I’m just being a supportive spouse.

And scheduling a mani/pedi for my first diaper-free weekend.


Domesticated Gal April 17, 2010 at 6:11 pm

You know the boobs weigh at least 3 pounds each extra from all that breast milk – so stopping breast feeding should lose at least another 6 pounds!

Of course, then the days of eating an entire box of oreos without consequence will be gone…

Liz April 17, 2010 at 4:12 pm

that is my big breast-feeding fear, too! i'm still 5 lbs heavier than pre-pregnancy, but i've also not really had to watch ANYTHING i've eaten…but i'm scared that i'll never lose that last 5 once i stop breastfeeding. maybe i'll be one of those lucky ones that loses the rest of the weight after weaning?

Maggy Jeanette April 17, 2010 at 12:20 pm

Ahahaha. I noticed in your pictures you have gotten really slim. Good luck on winning/"supporting" Jason!

Comments on this entry are closed.

Previous post:

Next post: