So last week I had one day of a halfway decent workout. Got out the free weights and the Swiss ball and went walking twice. I'm still not supposed to push it - you really should give it 6 weeks rest (other than walking and light stuff) after having a baby. And I was punished for my excesses with pain, bleeding, and complete exhaustion. Today I might try it again, but without so much excess. 6 weeks is still over a week away. But I hate to be a fat slob, too. This muffintop won't take care of itself. Though my moose of a baby (still can't believe she is 12 pounds - that's the size of an average 3 month old baby) will take off some of it over time.
It doesn't help that breastfeeding fills you with relaxing, yawn-inducing feel-good hormones which make the couch and cookies seem like excellent places to hang out forever. Mmmm. Cookies.
I did make banana bread this morning. We actually have some excess bananas - which is not a usual occurance with a toddler in the house. A major toddler fuel source is bananas. When my mother was here, she ate tons of them too, and I think I kept buying enough for toddler, Mr. Bisous, and my mother. And me, admittedly. When I was working pregnant, my midmorning or mid-afternoon snack would involve a banana of some sort. Now that I eat almost like a normal person, I don't HAVE to have a daily banana, apple, orange, etc. In fact, I've skipped a real dinner the last two nights. I just wasn't hungry. I can't remember the last time I skipped a meal because I wasn't hungry.
But here we went skipping off about food again, when I want to actually... skip. Run. Lift. Kick-A. I should get on my bike, but I am still hesitant ever since I broke by tailbone on my bike last year.
One more week! I bet I still won't be able to run. Babies do a number on your insides and outsides, some of which it takes a few months to get right.
