Yes, I did mean to misspell the key word in the title. Let’s dive into the topic that nearly every Mother on the planet wants to vent about but is too embarrassed to admit it (myself included)!
Here comes the honesty part… This is extremely painful for me to advertise but in the last 7 years I have gained 55 pounds. I gained 45 during each of my 2 pregnancies and currently weigh 10 more than I did when I was full term with my daughter! Deep breath.
Here we go… It’s photo time. Here is a photo of me when I was childless, husbandless, stressless. 125 lbs.

Seriously, we are all guilty of feeling chubby at one point in our lives. The sad thing is that I was so self-conscious about my un-toned tummy back then. I think present me needs to go slap a 55 pound spare tire on past me and show her what it’s really all about!
Time for the after kids shot. This is gonna hurt. This is 180. Pounds, that is, although it could be considered a 180 degree flip from that beach bunny above!

Here I am in all of my glory. It was hard to find a photo of me since I avoid the evidence side of the camera like the plague! Notice there is no bikini involved here. I can hardly stomach (no pun intended) a one piece these days!
Here’s my take on why I ended up bordering on the plus size section… Losing baby weight is possible but difficult. Or any weight for that matter. But take a person who could eat whatever she wanted, never had to exercise, and had all the time in the world and then suck out her metabolism, energy and give her a husband, a house and 2 children to look after. I think we all know where this is going!
When it comes to food, I have little control. I know when I’m jamming it in that it’s so wrong. But it feels so right! Nothing is off limits. I can easily over eat a salad. Just give me a giant bowl and I’m good to go. If I even think about cutting back (a.k.a. depriving myself), I begin to sound like my children in my head. “But why? I want it! No fair!” etc…
Exercise. If it truly is the thought that counts, I should be thin. I think about exercising all of the time. While I’m doing dishes, laundry, wiping little bottoms, giving baths, working……. Okay, I could skip the blog but it’s pretty obvious I don’t have much time for this since my last post was in May. Or April. Not sure which.
Now that my son is 2 and a half, it is time for me to stop using the “I just had a baby” excuse! I’ve started with portion control and will be trying desperately to work even 30 minutes a day in so I can do some pilates. It’s the only exercise I have ever done that is tolerable and brings results. I did manage to do it after my first pregnancy while my daughter napped. And I had no job. And my husband still helped out around the house. It’s going to be a long ride!