R. >> My whole life I’ve been fairly slender, even thin and skinny at times (helloooo wedding photos!). I’ve never, however, been a “fit” girl. Sure, as a teen I played soccer and was a pretty good swimmer. In my twenties I even followed a cute boy into a volleyball team… for a few weeks.
But now that I’ve gained the baby weight, lost some of it and managed to screw my knees up the day before the delivery by squatting (*snap* help, I can’t get up!), I’ve felt this overwhelming urge that I should be getting fit. I should be working out, at least for my health and flexibility if not so much for the weight loss (even though my usual size 4 body is now a size 12 – which really surprises me because I look in the mirror and just don’t see it! But then again, my jeans love reminding me… ew.)
So, thinking myself all smart and cool, one day as I was doing the groceries with a friend while the baby was at home with Dad, I spotted a yoga mat and jumping rope. Yes, you read that right. My grocery store sells exercise equipment. After Christmas. Smart marketing, right?? I’m happy to say that I’ve actually used the yoga mat – twice. And the jump rope is still in mint condition in the box. Maybe if I leave it there, its value will go up?
I’m sure I’m not the only Mom who’s feeling the guilt of fitness. Especially being in my early 30s, just like investing in a retirement fund, I know I need to invest in my body for my daughter’s sake.
And that’s another reason why I love Drew Barrymore. When interviewed by USA Today, she stood up for “real” baby bodies and the impossible expectations of finding your old body back so quick (I’m totally thumbing my nose at you, V.).
“It takes time. Screw these impossible expectations. I’m doing it very healthy and sensibly. You gotta be nice to yourself. What kind of parent are you going to be if you’re to be berating yourself in the mirror? I want to instill in her that when she’s happy on the inside she’ll be the most beautiful on the outside. I have to live by that same mantra and it’s a lot easier because I get to eat,” says Barrymore.
Rock on, Drew. And rock on flabby orange-peel tummy. Most days I hate you. Some days I look at you like you’re my battle scars. And then when it’s time to pay special attention to my husband, well I don’t like you so much anymore. But that’s a whole other blog post.
So, I guess this is the point where I should stop lamenting and just start dating my yoga mat, right? Ugh…
What did YOU do to get your body back?