This week I am trying to kick my own tush into gear. I am no longer the mother f a newborn. Violet is 17 months old and no longer wants to be used to shield my not yet back belly. She was a great ruse for a long time. Hey – look at the new baby…not my belly. It was a lovely situation. What a sport.
Now she wiggles away and I am left sucking in and standing up oh so straight. I’ve got no boobs left so that distraction is gone too. Breastfeeding…yeah…it took my boobs.
So I need to try this whole thing again. Yep, I noticed le belly a long time ago. This week I am participating in a really cool meme at By Word of Mouth Musings called Time Travel Tuesdays. You get to link up an old post and remember what you vowed to do or a great memory and you get to see what other bloggers would choose to show from their archives. Since it is new, I thought I would post and not just link up in case you want to jump in the time machine too!
I chose to out myself as the woman without enough self control to give up a piece of bread at breakfast.
When Violet was just 8 weeks old I wrote a little post called I am What I Ate. You see, I figured out that my belly was beginning to resemble my favorite food, the mighty bagel. I meant to make this big change and be super svelte by now. I mean it’s only like 16 months later. But I maintain this uncanny resemblance to that round, delicious bread.
Now, it’s really time for a change.
Tell me, how are you doing with your post baby body goals?