Never.  I refuse to wear “mom jeans.”  As a matter of fact a few more pounds and my old jeans will fit.  They will not fit like they did when I was really muscular and had less than 27% body fat.  But they will go up, button and zip comfortably.  They go up and zip right now..


So I could not sleep this morning.  We had a terribly rough night with Lexie, thanks to her not getting a nap due to her schedule interfering with the time church begins.  People think I am so crazy about her sleep, but maybe when they have sleepless nights and a rough two days afterward they would understand.  It isn’t fun seeing your sweet, happy baby cranky and miserable because they are overtired.  OK, anyways…


So I could not sleep this morning after a rough night and morning with Lou so I decided to go for a run.  I say run but really I jog.  When I was running 3xs+ a week 2 years ago (pre Lexie) and I was down to a 10.5 min mile, that I would call running.  What I do now is a mere 12.5 min mile and is pretty pathetic.  ALthough, it is VERY hilly and the last stretch back home is practically our neighborhood’s own little West Mountain (and that came from an avid runner, not me).  That’s a mountain here in HS, btw.  Anyway, I ran it.  At 5:20 AM I strapped on my shoes and got my water bottle and went.  It was fabulous!  Peaceful, dark and I got to watch the sun come up.  It was very humid (the shady trees in our neighborhood don’t help that) but it was definitely cooler than it is at night.  I want to commit myself to running in the mornings, 3xs a week and walking with my friend Katelyn 2xs a week.  If I could would do that, I’d be a happy camper.  


I am a firm believer in exercise.  I know when I moved here from Memphis I had a very hard time going from that city to a small town atmosphere surrounded by people A) older and further along in life (career/school wise) and B) that I did not know.  After I joined the Y I met ladies who I recognize and speak to in Walmart, to this day.  Exercise made me feel good, socialize, and got my legs rock hard.  Then I got pregnant.  And I guess you could say I got lazy after the 4 month mark and stopped running.  I walked.  A LOT.  But I also ate… a LOT  haha


So here I am.  i want another baby, but I want this weight off first.  I want a clean slate to start from.  I also want my hair chopped off.  I’ve lost about 12 lbs since I came home from the hospital 10 months ago.  That isn’t very much considering the time I have had to do it.  But if I want a baby and short hair, it will take an additional 15 lbs.  =)


15 lbs is NOT that much.  But it is the muscle I have lost that makes me the most sad.  I don’t mind extra tummy and hips.  But I do miss my toned legs and butt, even if they weren’t a size 4.  My real point to this blog was to say that when I look in the mirror I don’t always see 15 extra pounds.  Actually, I rarely see it (and maybe that is why it’s so hard to get it off?).  I usually see a Mom.  I see stretch marks on my hips that I got the last 2 weeks of my pregnancy with my 9 pound daughter.  I see skin that was stretch to the max because in there held a precious baby girl who kept her butt in my ribs for 6 months.  And when I see that, I just don’t have it in me to hate the 15 pounds.


Then I go for a run a realize I am just getting out of shape.  That is it.  I know if I start back exercising, and make time for myself, that is healthy time, it will be even easier to accept that 15 lbs. and probably get rid of it.


But I will never wear “Mom Jeans.”
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This time last year, I looked like this:

So I think there has been drastic improvement since then  =)