Loving my body

Since giving birth to my son, I have struggled with my post baby body. I find myself so busy with a bouncing baby boy, that my regular gym and nutrition lifestyle have been completely replaced with shear laziness. When I get the chance to be alone, I'd much rather read, or nap while Carter is down. Not jump on a tread mill.

After months of self hate, and guilt due to thinking I had given up on myself, I took a long second and realized something: I am NOT being lazy, I AM having an active lifestyle, and I just need to readjust my expectations of myself.

Eating has become a marathon race against the clock. Eat before Carter wakes up, Eat while Carter is happy, eat eat eat. All I have to change in this circumstance is my control over the time I allow myself to slowly enjoy my food. I now have Carter eating with us, or have toys at the table, get him involved. Stop trying to eat while he's sleeping... (the smell of food wakes him up anyways) I eat smaller snack meals constantly during the day, and take my time to enjoy what I'm putting into my body. (I'll worry about the nutrition part eventually... :P)

Exercising to me was, hitting the gym, or going out for runs and rollarblades. Since having Carter that has competely stopped. BUT, I realized a few days ago, I am still active. EG: The million trips I take up the stairs to my sons nursery is a way better workout than the Stair Master. Chasing him around the Library leaves me breathless. Carting around a 20 pounder and all his accessories is a muscle builder ... and yoga? Well I guess that would be my sex life ;)

On top of all that hard areobic and strength training, I manage to do a complete circut training course daily. I start in the kitchen with dishes, tidy the toys, run my dogs back and forth to the kennel, lug the loads of laundry... and run on the spot, while my head spins :)

Yesterday I stood infront of the mirror in my buff and smiled. My baby belly has become wrinkly and covered with stretch marks. My hips are 3 inches wider than they were. My breasts are.... awesome. I am totally over hating my body, because it has done and continues to do so much for me. Of course there are going to be some signs of ware and tare.

I am loving my body.