Friday, March 09, 2012

The Curse of the Yummy Mummy

(for D!)

I have been blessed to have some amazing fellow mothers in my journey of Mummyhood - my birthing group.  A fantastic bunch of ladies, each one compassionate, creative, successful, and witty.  There is only one problem:


Even pregnant they were all sticks with bumps, whereas I?  I looked like the Stay Puft Marshmellow man from Ghostbusters.  Within 6 weeks of their births, they were all back down to their baby weight, and I was actually starting to GAIN weight!  When we go out now, it looks like the cast of Bridesmaids.

Like the Ascent of Man, but with Hotness.  

And I understand that I have no one to blame but myself here, when they were doing buggy aerobics I was sitting on the couch snarfing Toblerone, but dayum if it isn't a tough pill to swallow to see the people who were the exact same body type I was (preggers) at the exact same time, and to see how far forward they have gone, versus how far backwards I have come.  

It's okay though, I'm getting there.  See, I have to remember that everyone has issues.  Everyone.  And while their issues may not be weight, it may be something else.  We all have baggage;  mine just happens to be 2 Samsonite thighs and a belly that would not fit in the overhead compartment.

We start rehearsals in about a month or so for the Olympic games.  I'm ridiculously excited.  Exercise I actually ENJOY doing, versus when I look at the Wii now and groan with boredom.  And this week I basically haven't eaten (which I know is bad, I've just been sick), so I can start slowly with some yummy choices.  AND, now that the weather isn't icky all the time, I can take baby out for way more long walks like when he was little (I was averaging 5 miles walked a day with him during the summer!).  So, we're on the upswing.  Maybe by June I'll get to Kristen Wiig hotness.  Maybe.


  1. I'm the fat one in my NCT group too. That's what I get for having cake at every meetup while they just had a coffee...

    I bet those Olympic rehearsals will be fun!

    1. Thanks! You know, I am a firm believer in doing what feeds your soul - if you need the cake, you eat the damn cake. Next time, you eat a little less cake, or split it with someone. But you never hate the cake (or yourself for enjoying it!). Besides, I bet they were all envious of you/starving. ;)

    2. Yes they did often comment on how I always looked happy and worry-free... Until I guess they started noticing my clothes looking more and more tent-like! *shrugs* I still maintain that I deserved and needed those treats after nine months of being good :)