H is 2 months old now. He's settling in to a more humane nursing schedule, and I think it's time for me to begin to address this deflated buncha belly I've got going on. It seems ridiculous to me that I can weigh nearly 40lbs less than I did when I got pregnant with H, and yet - I'm not really able to wear smaller clothes. It's because I've got this inner tube of skin around my midsection. It makes me look like I have a muffin top even when I'm not wearing clothes. It's an issue, and it's time for me to find a way to address it.
Since I've been up at all hours nursing, I've seen a bunch of infomercials. I think I'm actually going to order one. My theory has always been with those things that there is no magic cure, no one exercise program or machine that will work wonders for you. The only way is to choose an exercise and then actually do it. So, I'm going to try one. Goodness knows when I will find the time. But I have worked really hard on eating a more healthful diet and I don't want that to go to waste because I'm too lazy to actually exercise.
Plus - if I do want to go for that third child, it would behoove me to be in the best physical shape possible before hand.
Just some thoughts from the playroom this morning.
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