My son is eight months old, and while I do plan on losing the baby weight, and really want to lose my baby weight, I just haven’t yet. I’m sure i’m not the only one, although when I look at all the moms on my Facebook timeline in bikinis I really start to wonder. I’ve never liked overachievers anyway! A friend of mine owns a pilates studio in town and has offered me free pilates classes and I totally plan to take her up on her offer but just not now, and here’s why:
1. I’m F***ing Exhausted
That is not an understatement. At eight months old, my beautiful little baby is still breastfeeding quite frequently throughout the night and has reflux which makes laying down for an extended period of time very painful for him. Since he started eating solids, he has started to sleep better (knock on wood), but lets be honest, motherhood is exhausting whether you’re getting sleep or not. Between chasing the dog around and making sure Hudson doesn’t eat a hairball or anything else he’s constantly putting in his mouth, I don’t have an ounce of energy left in my day to put on some cute workout gear and go to pilates. I’d rather sit on the couch and eat dairy free chocolate…thank you, reflux baby.
2. My Husband
I phrased it like that because first of all, the fact that I have a husband means he has to stick with me through thick and thin…Literally. He will get his smokin’ hot wife back one day, just not today. And second, I miss him. He works all day and when he comes home, I want to be with him. I’m living in a foreign country and have very few friends, so he’s my lifeline. When he walks through the door, all I want to do is talk and cuddle because I’m a human, not just a mom, and I need love and adult interaction too. People seem to forget about you when you have a baby. If the baby is healthy, your mental and physical health is disregarded. I need a cuddle. That’s why I’m not at pilates.
3. There are Only 24 Hours in a Day
I’m not saying that if there were 25 hours that I would go to pilates, but I am saying that time gets away from me. I’m not waking up at 6 am to go to pilates so Adam can watch the baby (See number 1), and I can’t take my attention starved baby to pilates because pilates would then turn into 8 women getting very broody. I’m still trying to get the hang of being a stay at home mom. There are always dishes to be washed, clothes to be cleaned, baby throw up to be wiped, dog poo to be picked up, I don’t even have time to feed myself! My neighbour actually comes over some days to bring me food and see if i’ve eaten. When there are more hours in a day, I’ll go to pilates…or when I get a better semblance of a routine. Whichever comes first.
4. Breastfeeding Doesn’t Help You Lose Weight
They’re lying to you. Everyone is lying to you. I breastfeed 24/7 and have been breastfeeding nearly 24/7 for 8 months and I just keep getting fatter. It’s a conspiracy. The only weight I’ve lost is in my hair, because I feel like I should be bald by now judging by the rate of hair I lose daily. Can I hear an AMEN?
5. I’m Anti-Social and Cranky
I think this one is really important and I really hope I’m not the only one because that would be awkward. It probably has something to do with me being exhausted, but I just cannot be bothered to go to a pilates class where I will have to smile and wave and chat with people I don’t know. I’m sure if I did it, I would actually really enjoy it, maybe, but the thought of it just kind of annoys me. It could also be the fact that I’m not English and I always think that people don’t get me because i’m American. You would think the two cultures are similar but they really aren’t, so I find social situations alone quite daunting. I never really know what to say and always come off too strong.
I don’t think this really needs an explanation. It’s cheap, it’s easy, it’s delicious, and it makes me happy. Don’t sit there and act like you don’t love a good payday pizza! Also, frozen mars bars rule my world at the moment. If you haven't tried one. GO NOW!
You’re probably sitting there thinking, why doesn’t she just go for a run by herself or go to the gym (See Numbers 1-4). I will lose the baby weight because that’s how I am. I don’t like the way I look and I will do something about it. However, I’m tired of social norms telling me I need to lose it starting at 6 weeks postpartum. Just STOP. Being a mom is hard enough without being asked about baby weight and whether or not I’ve gotten back into running. Pre-pregnancy I would have thought I’d have lost the weight by now but that was pre "knowing what being a mom and wife" entailed. To all you moms who DO manage to work out and put real clothes on and have a clean house 100% of the time, I’m going to continue to tell myself you aren’t real, but that’s amazing. To those of you like me, I hope this post just helps you realise that you’re doing just fine.