This is the number of pounds I have to lose to get to my pre-baby weight. SUCK. I gained the same amount with each boy, but with Jack I had way less to lose. I think my one postpartum month of visitors, plus my inability to do much of anything even remotely athletic, made me gain a little since the birth. I started picking Jack up a little too soon in the healing process, and set myself back. I feel 100%, but I know that I’m not, and it’s frustrating to be this chunky and unable to start fixing it. Also, the clothing situation is irritating. Nothing fits well at all. Paradoxically, I eat more and more poorly when I’m not exercising, due to just general blahs and boredom. Once I can start running and training for my October half marathon, my eating will right itself.
Anyway, you heard it here. 25 pounds to lose. Let’s say I can average about 2 pounds a week – about 8 pounds a month. So it will take about 3 months, once I can get started. I know I can do it! I just want to get to it! The Professor has begun going to the gym at 6am 2-3 days a week, and I’m jealous. I can’t even walk that far yet.
In totally unrelated news, I have all these categories that I should (but usually forget to) check off when I post a new post, and besides they have lame names. I’m not good at catchy little one-liners, so I’m stuck with “Pregnancy” and “Second Boy” and my all time least fave, “Today I Did”.
In my final non-sequitur, at 4:15 this morning Liam and I watched Rachel Getting Married. Lovely Liam sleeps from about 10 or 11 until 4 or 5, which is a sleep schedule I can get behind, but when he wakes me for that wayyyy early morning feeding, I never can go back to sleep. So we’ve taken to coming out to the couch and watching tv, then snoozing a little more before Jack gets up at the blessed hour of 9:00. Anyhow, Rachel Getting Married: very realistic, excellent acting, and not worth watching. Firstly, it was mostly speeches and performances and such at, as the title suggests, Rachel’s wedding, and I usually find those somewhat boring when I KNOW the people getting married. Hearing dozens of long-winded (if beautifully written) toasts to fictional people and their fictional love affair really doesn’t interest me. Secondly, Anne Hathaway’s rehab-sister character was wonderfully played and a supreme pain in the ass. Why on earth do I want to watch angsty and stressful family in-fighting for two hours? Finally, something bad happens to a little boy. I no longer can really handle stories about bad things happening to little boys. It sends the mind awandering over terrain best left unexplored.
So if you want to feel really annoyed and sad for two hours, pop in Rachel Getting Married.