Stop Being Fat, Mama!

So my sister (and I believe her roommate at the time?) coined the term "Stop Being Fat" which is slowly turning into a "Stop Being Fat" diet. And I have officially joined the team.

I think back when I got married and weighed 135. Even then I was like "Dang, I wish I would have lost another 10 pounds." What I wouldn't GIVE to be 135 now. And Im the only one to blame. By the time I get home from picking up Ava I use the "Im tired" excuse. I also use the "I dont have time", "I need to get laundry done" and sometimes the plain ol' "Im lazy" excuse.

Before I gave birth to Ava I was a good solid 145. I was working out at the gym, had a personal trainer, and ate right. Now, at 176, I haven't worked out in weeks, I sometimes skip dinner or have a small piece of toast, or go through the drive-thru at lunch. I am almost at my heaviest that I was in high school. And when I look at those pictures, I KNOW Im overweight. And what does that teach Ava? With the rise in childhood obesity, I put my foot down to be a healthy and active mommy.

A separate blog to come on my journey to being an active and healthy mom and wife. For now, "Stop Being Fat, Mama!"

Stay-at-home vs. Workin' it

I love my job. I love the people I work with. I actually look forward to going to work everyday because of the challenges, flexiblity and creativity it brings.

But sometimes Im sad that I can't be a stay at home mom. I think it hurts the most when I hear about all the MOPS mamas talking about playdates and the time they get to spend with their little ones during the week. And then when I look at fun activities for Ava and I to do (for example, a mommy and me gymnastics class), the only times they have available are weekday mornings. Hello? Don't you realize their are working moms out there too?

Ava loves her babysitter and is always so excited in the morning to see her. But sometimes I wish I could explain to her why mommy and daddy have to be away during the week. She doesn't seem sad. And she's always so excited to play with us in the evening. And yes, I suppose the socializing she's getting at daycare is great, but what about socializing while mom is there? What about playdates that I can watch her squeal and laugh with other kids?

It tough and sometimes I feel like a bad mom. I know Im not and Matt's not a bad father either. How do people do it? How do people have a house, one working parent and money to pay for food and other necessities? Did I miss the memo?

I know Ava will grow up to be a beautiful and amazing daughter because of the people in her life and the support she gets 24/7. Sometimes I just wish I could be the 24/7 and not the 15/7.