I'm not sure if anyone still read this blog, since I've been MIA for awhile now.:-)
I'm exhausted, but doing well. Surviving the throes of baby bootcamp. My daughter is great - everyday is a new adventure with her. Sometimes I stare at her, and can't believe that she's here. And that she's mine.
I still can't believe I'm a mommy. My husband now refers to me as "mom" all the time, and it's just plain weird. I'm actually responsible for someone.
Right now, I pretty much feel like a milk machine - feeding the baby around the clock. She's a slow eater - by the time she's finished, burped, diaper changed, and rocked..I've got about 45 minutes before I have to feed her again. I'll be honest, folks. I'm lucky if I can get a shower in everyday. And the last time I brushed my teeth was two days ago. Gross, I know - but there seriously is just NO time.
But there are rewards. Like when my baby girl falls asleep peacefully on my chest, with her little arms wrapped around my neck. Or when she stares at me with her wide eyes, listening intently to me. The other day, she gave me her first, sleepy smile. Gums and all. It was wonderful.
She's starting to get real tears. So when she cries, and her eyes well up with water, it breaks my heart. My husband says that she's already got me wrapped around her finger. I refuse to admit it, but I think he's right.
So, baby stuff aside, I'm about 4 weeks post labour now. Ready to start exercising. I've got about 20lbs to lose before I'm at my pre-pregnancy weight. And then I'd like to lose another 30. That's 50lbs. Holy mackeroly.
I'm going to start setting goals - like going for walks (even in this crazy Canadian winter weather), or making to the gym. One week at a time is how I'm going to do it. And I'm no longer eating for two. When will that reality sink in?:-) No more chocolate cake, or french fries, or ice-cream because "the baby's craving it". I'm back to business now.
Today is January 19th. I'd like to lose 2lbs by the end of this month. That's my first goal.
I've gotten through a lot of challenges by taking things one step at a time. If I think about the end state, it becomes really overwhelming - I feel like I'll never get there. So, one foot in front of the other, and off I go.
By the time I head back to work at the end of this year, I'd love a smoking new wardrobe. What are they called again? Oh yeah - yummy mummys.:-)
And in March, I'll start training for my 10K!!! Can't wait. Skinny me - here I come!