Getting on with iy

Four weeks ago I had my second baby. Yesterday, my husband went back to work – I know how incredibly lucky I have been to have had all this extra help and support, but I think it’s also made me a little lazy and a little bit more scared than I need to be.

Today was my first morning alone with the baby and the two year old. While I was nursing, the toddler decided to remove every toy from his toy box, open up the freezer and take out an ice pop and a handful of ice and in general wreak havoc, all while I’m on the couch with a baby on my boob saying oh, please don’t do that. It made me feel kind of pathetic. And weak.

Okay, firstly, how do I keep him out of the darn freezer? Ugh. It’s one of those bottom drawer freezers and I don’t even know, do they make child proofing for that? He’s already figured out how the “child proof” drawers and cabinets work.

And secondly, what on earth do I do while nursing. I’ve read all about the “special” toddler toy box or offering to read to him or even putting on the television. This morning we had on Sesame Street (which engaged him for all of about 10 minutes) and when I asked if he wanted to come sit with us, he threw a plastic penguin from the “special” toy box at me.

I know we all have to go through an adjustment period, but boy oh boy, I sure do hope it’s a short one.

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If we can’t live on the Mediterranean, at least we can pretend

Last night was a rough one, baby W had some gas, not just some gas, a lot of GAS, bad gas, keeping him up all night crying gas, farting, burping, help me the only thing that will make me not cry is nursing and oops I just nursed too much and spit up all over you gas. So I had a lot of time to think.

And one of the things I thought about is how there is a strong possibility that my dietary choices are affecting this little baby’s gastrointestinal system. And maybe I should start paying more attention to what I’m eating and avoid those gassy foods (and firstly find out what those gassy foods are).

Which then started me thinking about the Mediterranean diet that has been oft discussed in the news lately. And I can really dig this diet. Maybe not as much as I dig the Asian diet, because sometimes I feel like I could live on brown rice and tofu, but I can get behind the philosophy of the Mediterraneans and their diet. Not to mention their great skin and healthy lifestyles but Yay fresh vegetables and fruits and whole grains and beans and olive oil and red wine. Boo meat and sweets…although it doesn’t say where chocolate falls into this plan. Dark chocolate of course…for the anti oxidants.

So I’m going to make an effort to walk this path. Here is dinner tonight.

yep, that’s a big ball of cheese, but it’s super fresh mozzarella. That counts, right?

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foot fetish

I should probably write something about my road to recovery, getting back in shape, eating healthy and clean…is it okay to say bah humbug in April? Why do I find keeping a food journal next to impossible? If I can’t be honest with myself then how am I EVER going to be honest with you. Yep, I ate the rest of my kids dinner last night, nope I didn’t write it down, because if I don’t write it down then I might not remember it and won’t feel bad about it at the end of the week. This is terrible reasoning. Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to say for breakfast I ate a two egg white omelet with a piece of turkey bacon and half a grapefruit and a big glass of water. Three hours later I had an apple with a teaspoon of peanut butter (for the record, does anyone really eat a teaspoon of peanut butter?) For lunch I had a big spinach salad with tofu and walnuts and olive oil and lemon dressing. And dinner was some grilled fish with vegetables…um, asparagus? and finished with a lovely fruit salad.

This is not what I ate yesterday. Okay, let’s be honest, what did I eat yesterday…breakfast was some lemon yogurt with a bit of granola and water. Lunch was some chicken from Fairway, no, it wasn’t grilled…I don’t want to say what it was. Snack was the kids leftover dinner, whole wheat pasta with edamame, olive oil, cheese. And then dinner was gumbo with okra and veggie sausage and bread and butter. And a glass of wine. And then this gross frozen yogurt thing that’s meant for little kids, but I felt I had to try it. I suppose the under 5 set would find it tasty. I also ate some of Harry’s pretzels, but only because he was sharing them so nicely with me. I think that’s it. I suppose it’s not an awful day of eating, but if I did things like meal planning or even thinking about what I was going to eat for lunch…maybe that commercial that talks about how a day of healthy eating starts with what you have for breakfast is true.

Okay, I have a 3 1/2 week old. Maybe I can start meal planning next month. And this month just think about sensible portion size and less snacks and less finishing off H’s dinner.

And on to more important things – the reason for the title of today’s post. I don’t KNOW the last time I wore heels, much less tied on my tennis shoes. And so I wonder if it’s possible to pull these off?

Two shoes for the price of one! I wonder what the playground moms would say?

Have a wonderful day!

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The road to recovery

Okay, so my new years resolution of keeping up with this blog failed. But I was finding it next to impossible to write anything of any use about fitness or health at 30+ weeks pregnant, when all I wanted to do was sit on my butt, eat and watch old 90210 reruns. But here we are. 3 weeks postpartum and it’s time for me to get back on that horse. Time to get back outside, time to introduce my new baby to the world of Prospect Park and exercise, time to start clean eating and clean living and refocusing my attention on my self, my family and my business.

It’s been a roller coaster couple of weeks. The lead up to the birth was an exercise in frustration, discomfort and boredom. And these past few weeks following the birth have been an exhausting hormonal fiesta of baby love. I’ve been amazed at how easy it’s been to forget the exhaustion, the engorgement, the feeling of being nothing more than a baby feeding machine. But at least now I know how fleeting this time is, and how important it is to live in the moment and be as present as possible for not only the new baby but the whole family.

I don’t know what’s more exhausting, the fluctuating hormones or the sleeplessness. There have been a few days where crying seems to be the easiest thing to do. Days when I feel like the worst mom in the world because I have to focus so much attention on the new baby and Harry is getting the shaft. I went from spending all the time in the world with Harry and now we get fleeting moments of together time. And while he’s being a champ, I can tell he’s frustrated and confused. And I know it’ll work itself out and the hormones will equalize, but some days it’s hard to imagine how…and when.

The plan is to use this blog as a path to recovery. Today starts the Get Fit Challenge with Stroller Strides, we’re challenging moms to see what changes they can make in their body, lifestyle, eating habits and while I can’t join in on classes yet, I can start making changes in my life. I can write down what I eat, I can get out and go for a walk every day, practice plank, squats, kegels, I can go to bed earlier and drink more water and find the joy in spending time with my children and my husband.

And hopefully this will help alleviate my stress and nerves about how much life will change with these two kids and how I’m ever going to leave the house with these two children and my sanity again.

 

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Inspiring myself to go for a walk

When Harry was born 2 years ago, it was a seasonal February, appropriately cold and I was happy to spend a month indoors nesting, getting to know our newest family member, having friends come over, napping whenever. I remember it being a quiet, peaceful time. After about a month, I was ready to get back to life and start moving. Spring was in the air, we had recently moved a few blocks away from the park and I didn’t have to worry about going in to work. I wanted to go for a walk, push my new baby in his new stroller and get some blood pumping back to my heart. At 8 weeks post partum, a friend told me about this woman who was starting a stroller fitness class – and twice a week Harry and I walked down to Grand Army Plaza and met up with a bunch of other new moms and we all worked out together. It was so much fun, the fresh air, the other moms, the exercise, the park in springtime. After the workout, sometimes I’d take an extra walk around the park just because I could, find a quiet spot to nurse the baby, go get a cup of coffee and head home, feeling like an accomplished, put together new mom. And this period of my life is what inspired me to start Stroller Strides in the first place, to bring new moms back to fitness, to inspire them to get out of the house with their kids and do something good for not only them but their kids too.

Flash forward to today – having endured a long HARSH January and part of February – where on some days I truly thought I was going to have to find some local gypsies to come over and take my child and sign him up for the circus, today it’s sunny and 50 degrees out and I am SO tired and feeling RIDICULOUSLY lazy. I truly feel as if I was in a situation that called for me to either walk the 2 blocks to the store to get a roll of toilet paper or use paper towels, I’d go for the recycled one ply kitchen option, that’s how supremely unmotivated I am (thankfully I bought in bulk last time at the store and currently do not have that issue). I KNOW that the best thing for me to do right now (and by right now I mean in an hour when Harry wakes up) is to stuff him into his stroller, put on my sneakers and go for a walk. OR, if I had my druthers, I’d sit on the couch and watch old Beverly Hills 90210 reruns and wish that the current weather wasn’t taunting me to be outside with it’s sunshiney happiness.

I’m hoping this post will guilt me into walking to the park and reminding myself of how much better it feels to get some exercise. Seriously, have you ever exercised and then afterwards, said to yourself, oh I wish I hadn’t done that. Isn’t the easy part not putting on those sneakers and making it out the door, the easy part is sitting on your couch drinking tea and watching old Bev niner episodes. Someone once told me that, the hardest part of exercise is lacing up those shoes and getting out the door, the rest comes naturally. And in just a few weeks I’ll have more than enough time where I won’t be able to go for a walk and maybe I’ll even think back to this day and say, oh you, why didn’t you go for a walk when you could…

Confession – I LOVE Keanu Reeves movies. Truly. The cheesier the better. He had this run of sports films at the turn of the century, maybe you remember The Replacements, where he plays a has-been quarterback and winds up dancing the Electric Slide with his teammates to “I Will Survive” in jail…following that movie, he made Hard Ball, where he plays a down on his luck gambler who agrees to coach a little league baseball team of misfits. It’s cute and sad at the end, and here’s my point to this…he’s trying to inspire the team and he says,

“What I’ve learned from you is that really one of the most important things in life is showing up. I’m blown away by your ability to show up through everything that’s gone on. The league never wanted you to play this game, but you showed up.”

And as cheese ball as it sounds, that quote really has inspired me more than I care to admit. That’s it though, the hardest part is to show up and once you do, you feel so much better about not only yourself, but life in general.

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Blimpie

Remember that image from Shel Silverstein’s Where the Sidewalk Ends, from the poem “I Must Remember”.

Yeah, that’s what I feel like. It’s not so much the poem, but the image that speaks to me (about me?).

Or remember that episode of The Cosby Show where all the men ate subs before bedtime and then dreamed that they were pregnant and gave birth to things like submarines or  footballs…

I know, I know, I’m supposed to embrace this super special time in my life. And I’ve been teaching fitness of all things, and eating really well, and chasing after a toddler. But Goodness, but do I feel like a walrus.

PS – Hollah! I just inserted my first image (all by myself) into this blogg. I can check off  learn something new every day on my days to do list.
PPS – Special shout out to Shel Silverstein for being such a righteous dude and perhaps my favorite poet of all time. Sorry e.e. but you didn’t write “Who Wants a Pancake”. (The link goes to his website, which has a lot of fun stuff, particularly for the kids).

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What I want

It’s a disgustingly rainy day – it’s 3:30 and the kid is still napping, so with all this time on my hands, here’s a list of things that I want, mostly because I’m preggo

Fried Chicken – the spicy Korean kind… or regular fried chicken, doesn’t matter
to be able to see my toes
sleep
fruit salad that I don’t have to cut up and doesn’t have any melon or grapes in it
CAKE – strawberry short, carrot, wedding, chocolate layered or a lemon tart or some pie
to run or simply walk regularly – waddling is for ducks
Bourbon and a beer
for winter to be OVER – okay, I’d want that even if I wasn’t pg
a really good TV show to watch – something like The Wire, but better!
to stop dropping things that take me minutes to pick up
a waistline
a full time housekeeper/nanny/driver
a bigger freezer
sleep

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