Facebook’s news ticker can be a distraction at times, but then there are days like today when a friend comments on a post or article and I click over and read it … and am truly blown away. It was called “An Open Apology to All of My Weight Loss Clients,” and reading it, I was near-tears. The author’s words are amazingly powerful and so brutally honest. Continue reading “The Trap”
Tag: weight
And THIS is why [some] women have issues …
Last night I was watching my guilty pleasure, Kim and Kourtney Take Miami. In the episode, Scott is bitching about his baby mama Kourtney’s post-body baby, comparing this post-partum body to her last post-partum baby … He talks about her “bangin’ bikini bod” when they first met and how she looked soooooo hot then.
She looks absolutely disgusted as he rants about how she needs to lose weight, would look better slimmer, etc. Then, he has the audacity to ask how much she weighed when they began dating and she said, “I don’t know, maybe 95 lbs?”
“93 sounds perfect to me,” the jerk had the balls to assert. Continue reading “And THIS is why [some] women have issues …”
A Range of Possibilities
Sorry, dear readers … I’ve been blogging so infrequently because life has been good and busy, and this week L has been traveling for business and now my sister is visiting–yay! 🙂
Carrie Goldman, author of BULLIED: What Every Parent, Teacher, and Kid Needs to Know About Ending the Cycle of Fear, wrote this beautiful, poignant piece for Huffington Post I wanted to share: “Oh My God, Mommy, You Weigh A Lot.”
A friend had shared the link with me via Facebook, and I loved it. I could certainly relate on so many levels. I never want my daughter to think that her worth is determined by a number, and I love the idea of recognizing a ‘healthy range’ for one’s weight and teaching that flexible outlook to our children. Continue reading “A Range of Possibilities”
The F Word
A dear friend shared this Elle article with me today, The F Word, written by one of my favorite authors: Jennifer Weiner.
I read it once, then read it again. While I’ve loved all her novels, her words in this short two page piece literally moved me to tears. Continue reading “The F Word”
Please Watch …
It’s rare I find a video so incredible that it needs to be shared immediately but this one … this one must be seen and shared.
18 Months … A Weighty Discovery
I am sure there is no way my baby is 18 months old already: a climbing, attempting-to-jump, monkey-who-repeats-everything-she-hears, spinning around, feet-stomping (in song), gleeful little double-dimpled fashionista. Where has the time gone??
I keep hearing the reprise of “Sunrise, Sunset” in my head and we aren’t even at the 2-year mark yet!!!
She is a labyrinth of wonder — every day she amazes us with what she knows or does or says. Today she said “mommy” for the first time (vs. her usual “mama”) and actually blew her nose into a Kleenex a couple times when I asked her to (vs. just dabbing her nose with said Kleenex).
It’s mind-blowing how much, at this age, they absorb.
Mysteries of the Scale
Confession: I have gone over my Points religiously for the past three months (to the tune of 40, 50, 60 Points OVER the allotted amount). And I have barely worked out. I completely expected a 5-7 lb gain, based on how my clothes had been fitting.
Yet the scale tells me I have lost 2.2 lbs since my last weigh-in in September. WTH, right?! Continue reading “Mysteries of the Scale”
To Buy or Not to Buy [a scale] …
That is the question.
I haven’t stepped on the scale in about two months now — and lord knows I ought to (I’ve been eating a ton of extra Points per week + travel + minimal workouts).
But when I finally mustered up the courage to check on the damage this week [yes, I am deliberately choosing “damage”], I was greeted with a big fat nothing: our scale was broken.
I’ve had this particular scale since 2006, so it has had a pretty long shelf-life … but we keep it in the bathroom and, well, moisture + electronics don’t tend to go hand in hand. In other words, it was bound to die at some point … I just didn’t expect it to be now — when I actually wanted to see where I stood!
Le sigh. Continue reading “To Buy or Not to Buy [a scale] …”
A Real Post-Partum Belly
I might not have my pre-pregnancy body back, but every time I look in the mirror and see my belly –with its long squiggly black line (linea negra) and the incision scar across my bikini line, I can’t help but marvel that Maya is here now … and that I made it happen. It’s the most incredible feeling on earth.
Given my history, you’d think it would be frustrating at me to not be where I want to be by now, seven weeks post-partum. But for once in my life, I’m experiencing patience. And I think it’s that patience which is allowing me to embrace my new figure — which, oddly (or not?) is closer to my pre-WW figure/size/weight than anything else.
So, to remind myself of how empowered I’m feeling at the moment, I’d document it with a photo of my belly — scar, linea negra, fleshy hips and all.
This is me, at this moment. And Maya is worth every ounce. (Pic after the jump).
Talking Chub
Maya was not a preemie, she was just a baby on the smallish side — proportionally small. (See her first bath pic on the right)
Yet often when we’re out and about and people ask how old she is, they’re surprised to find out she’s five weeks and always, always, always comment on what a “peanut” she is and/or ask how much she weighed at birth.
I know they don’t mean anything by it … and it doesn’t particularly bother my husband. But it often makes me feel a bit uncomfortable as the mother, the milk provider, if you will — as though she’s still too tiny for her age.
So we’ve been doing weekly weigh-ins and in the past two weeks, Maya went from 6 lbs 7.5 oz to 7 lbs 2 oz … to 7 lbs 11 oz today (yes, many babies weigh more than that at birth, I know! Meh.)
Anyway, woo hoo: she’s growing! Continue reading “Talking Chub”
Let There Be Light 