Udderly Embarrassing

Yesterday I decided to go on a walk.  We are finally experiencing some SPRING weather!  I could not be more excited!  Although, the allergy fun is already starting.  Oh well, worth it for the nice weather.  Anyway, walking, me, baby…

I walked for an hour, and in that time I walked 2.5 miles.  Not too shabby for a lady out of shape, pushing a baby stroller up hills.  When I got home I realized that I needed a shower.  Bad.  There was no way I could nurse Scoop (the name I will be using for my daughter) while so disgustingly sweaty.  I put her down with some toys, ran into the bathroom, took my top off, and stopped dead in my tracks.  My breasts were hanging out of the bottom of my sports bra.  I’m talking nipples and all.  My breasts have grown significantly since getting pregnant and breastfeeding, and that is all normal, but when you start at a DDD, they get ridiculous.  Absurd!  I was mortified.  Was it noticeable?  If it was, did anyone notice?

Just one more addition to the pro side of my breast reduction argument, which at the moment contains no con’s (besides maybe pain factor).  I am so ready, but I know I have at least a year, and maybe more.  We also have to be 100% sure that we will not try to have a second child.  Although I am 98% sure, I am not forcing myself to make the decision today or tomorrow.  My husband also has a say, but of course I get the most say.  (ha!)  He is thinking the same way I am though.   We both agree that having an only is the best decision for our family.  Our little Scoop and us!

So, although I got a bit off-track there, the main point of this is to say that my breasts outrageously large, and apparently have lost a lot of their sensitivity since I walked for an hour and never noticed that they were not actually in my bra.  Watch out, world, a smaller version of myself is in the future, and she is going to wear cute bras and actually fit into bathing suits and clothes!  Woo!

April 1st — Time To Begin

Well, it’s April 1st, and as much as I’d like to say that I am making an April Fools Day joke, I am serious when I say that it is time to get into shape.  After getting pregnant, and then having my baby, I have been less than healthy.  I used my pregnancy and breastfeeding as excuses to eat whatever I wanted.  It was marvelous, but now it’s time to get busy!

Here are my starting pictures.  I don’t think I am looking too bad for only nine months postpartum, but I have seen some women rocking perfect bikini bodies by now (depending on what your personal preference is for a bikini body).  To those women I say, Shhh.  I am just going to assume that everyone has been as slack and unhealthy as I’ve been.  Okay?  Deal?  Alright!

Starting weight is 145 (I was 138 before getting pregnant).  My goal is to eat better, start walking, and eventually add in some yoga.  I am also beginning the mental preparations for a breast reduction in the next year or two.  Then maybe I could actually run?  Nah…. running is hard.

Join in in my random life.  Sometimes I will chat about exercise, sometimes TV, sometimes my daughter, and anything else that pops into my head.  I hope you enjoy!