Well...

Today I had my 6 week checkup since Calla was born. So the issue of exercise is now staring me in the face and I can't brush it under the carpet with the "I'm still healing" excuse. We don't have the money to put towards a membership...or maybe I should say, we have higher priorities at this time than spending money on a membership. So, I need to think of ways to eat less and work more. (I type this as I wipe the chip crumbs from my fingers). I find the women who have young children and still find time for working out, let alone themselves, amazing. The seem to get back into their pre-pregnancy clothes before I hear through the grapevine that they had their babies. While I can't even manage a shower without fending off two curiously mischievous kids while holding myself tight as to not waste my precious milk. Sometimes I have to wonder if I will look back on these days and chuckle about how stupid and focused on the wrong things I was. So what if I may only get a shower once a week, my hair may never be done, my rump has filled out paperwork for it's own zip code, and make-up is a foreign concept... at least I have three amazing children who adore me and make my world a chaotic whirlwind of an adventure. For this I am grateful. I really have nothing to complain about. I am blessed beyond measure. Now time to get my booty in shape and begin to feel good about my body and ensure I am around for when my daughters make posts like this :)