Frustration..........so sick of frustration every time I get dressed. It doesn't even have to be dressed up to go out. Just a simple day out with the family. Hassan can hear the "AUGGHHHHH!!!!! why doesn't anything freakin FIT!!!!" all the way from downstairs. "Because you've had three kids!!!" he yells back. This usually calms things down just a touch as I find a clean pair of those good old yoga pants and a loose hoody to throw on.
It's true. My body has been through two (well three, but that's a story for another time) pregnancies that brought three of the cutest monkeys into my life. So as I sigh once again looking in the mirror I know that it was worth the belly that currently looks like a deflated clown balloon.
As Kenzie and Nora turn 9 months and those rays of sunshine start to warm up our home I think that maybe it's time to stop crying and start acting. I don't think that the line "Give yourself a break you just had twins" will fly any longer. After all, "just" was 9 months ago. And really, I've run out of excuses at this point. Metformin (my insulin regulating drug) has been resumed, it's sunny and warm. Kids are older (well sort of). The only thing that's really left is pure constant exhaustion, but the way I figure, it's going to be there no matter what for the next little while. Am I prepared to wait that much longer? Well....I doubt you'd be reading this if I were. So, today, no more excuses.
Check back tomorrow for the first leap of faith and a clear cut reality check. Weigh in, starting point. Facing that number that stares back at you so mercilessly on that scale (which I guarantee I will want to break into million pieces on more than one occasion). Until then.....