The F Word
Come on, you know the one I mean. The word that makes us all cringe when we hear it, or God forbid, when we actually have to say it. I want to talk about that ugly, little F word.
Fat.
Since I had Maddie, my fat is weird. There isn’t any more of it than there used to be, but it’s *shifted* around on my body and it’s making pants wearing nigh upon impossible. Last night, I tried on every single pair of work pants that I own. Roughly 6 pairs. Care to guess how many fit? Two. One khaki pair and one pair of black corduroys. Since I live in Texas and it’s 80° already, corduroys are O-U-T. Therefore, I have to wash my khaki pants and wear them more than once a week. I only work three days a week, so it shouldn’t be this hard to look decent, you know?
After all of this struggling with pants, I felt HORRIBLE. I felt like a fat, disgusting slob. A fat, disgusting slob with a nasty c-section scar that makes her fat all wonky. So tonight, after dinner, Maddie and I went for a walk. Well, mostly I walked and she rode. I’m going to try and do this whenever she’s awake enough during my work week and on my days off. The fresh air and sunshine is good for her and the walking is good for me. Please note that this will stop as soon as it’s still 90° at midnight. That ought to be sometime in May around these parts.
Filed under: uncategorized on March 28th, 2007
Ah ha! So you DO admit to the slob thing. That, after all the arguing that I was the slob and you weren’t.
HA!!
Love you
G
I’m glad that you went for a walk while it is “cool” in Tex-AS.
I need to get back in the gym next week. Okay maybe next month after the wedding.
Love,
Popie
The sacrifices we mother’s make!
Huggs
Theresa
Erica, you’ll walk and work it off, this is the plaint of so many mothers.
It won’t be long before you are back to your usual beautiful self.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
I’ve been meaning to get rid of the baby fat too!
Only problem is, I’ve been meaning to do that for around 8 years now.
~sigh~
grace
Gerald - you’re still the slob. I was using the term with what’s called “poetic license.” so there. (I love you, too.)
Popie - most people work out BEFORE their wedding, you know. Just sayin’.
Theresa - damn skippy! it’s not like I was a super model before she was born, but I looked a little better than this, that’s for sure.
Paul - you old charmer! feel free to call me beautiful anytime. you’ll notice my husband just called me a slob. *sniff sniff*
grace - I’m pretty sure that’s how long it’s going to take me to lose this weight. and I can’t even call it baby fat. unless it all counts as baby fat since I had a baby. ‘cuz baby fat sounds way better than regular fat. like, sure I’m fat, but it’s baby fat… fat left over from creating another human being. productive fat.
No complainin’ till you’ve had two boys and it’s all floppin’ around-and you have to work 5 days a week with very little to wear!
But seriously you look fine, great even! Just be thankful you have the time to get ready in the morning, it must be nice to wear makeup…. what DID I do with all that free time before?? LOL
Don’t call yourself names! *Amber scolds Erica*
It’s counter-productive. *Yes I’m lecturing. Again. HAH!*
Seriously, tell yourself every day that your body is great, that it just gave birth to a baby and how wonderfully cool is THAT?!? And keep walking and making good food choices and forget about measuring up to some fantasy woman in your head.
Nobody has to see your scars. I don’t let anyone see mine; I always dress to cover them and I still get flirted with and stared at even though I’m 50 now.
This is YOU and YOUR body and YOUR life! Enjoy them!
Get a treadmill if it’s too hot to walk outside. Craig’s list has them listed ALLLL the time, cheap. People buy them and then get tired of using them as clothes hangers, lol.
Don’t kill yourself over it, just go slow. 6 months from now, you’ll feel soooo much better.
(And no more putting yourself down! BAD BAD BDA! Heh… :))