The kiddo is asleep.
Hubby is at sea.
The house is a mess.
So what am I doing?
Drinking a glass of wine.
I never drink. I think aside from a few sips of wine while visiting my parents in July this is my first glass in a long time. I'm maybe only a third in and wow am I feeling all warm and fuzzy.
I also consider it liquid bravery with a shot of reality.
Given that I've been having baby fever lately, a ton of people I know including several friends are pregnant and the fact that my mom dropped the "I want another granddaughter card" tonight, I feel it's time to get my arse in gear.
Realistically I know I need to lose around 20-30 pounds to have a safer and healthier "baking" time. And given that baby-planning also depends on the hubby's sub schedule, that means I don't have a whole lot of leeway in terms of turning my blubber butt into something resembling Beyonce's backside.
And considering the fact that my toddler son can outrun me better than Al Roker chasing a spare rib, getting pregnant now is just asking for trouble.
So as a way to motivate myself I"m posting these pics I took just after the first of the year. I've since gained four pounds since this oh-so-chubtastic photo shoot.
Granted I won't be drinking after tonight so don't expect progress pics in the same state of undress, but I figure gym clothes will have to do for future sessions.
What was your rock-bottom moment in terms of getting it together?
3 comments:
very brave, and I think I look just like you!
rock bottom: 8 months pregnant and i hear an old lady friend of my grandmothers (read:old enough to lose any tact she might have had at some point in her life) say to my parents behind my back "well, looks like she's putting the weight on, not the baby, huh?"
you can do it kristen. just like Nike says.
Moose! You are a better woman then I, and look much better in a swim suit then I do too! haha There is no way you will see me in a bathing suit! I love ya! :)
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