Warning: this is basically just a long train of thought…
Of all the things I’d be doing on my birthday, I didn’t think cleaning the fridge, doing 3 loads of laundry, cooking dinner, and packing would be it. But that’s what I did last Wednesday on my birthday. Thursday, however, I flew to Atlanta, Georgia with my friends Sol and G to visit our friend Trish. I considered the trip to be my birthday present to myself. I had fun and all that jazz, but the return flight pretty much killed the “fun-ness” of the trip. We were supposed to depart at 10 am and be back here at 12:20 pm. We were stuck on the runway for almost 5 hours waiting for take-off! Lovely, huh? So when I came back home, I vowed never to fly again! Well, for at least a year or so! Not that I can afford to go anywhere anyway!…
During the weekend, my friend G made a comment not only once, but twice!, about meeting my goal. She was talking about the goal I set for myself to be fit which I wrote about here. The fact that she brought it up 
pretty much says she didn’t think I looked good! LOL! I think she was expecting me to be skinny like her when I set that goal (I kid, I kid! I know she loves me *prays-G-doesn’t-get-hormonal-on-her*). I may not look it, but I’m back to my pre-baby weight of 113 lbs! And yes, this is despite not working out and eating ice cream everyday because breastfeeding rocks! But it’s not about weight. My main goal was to be able to fit into my old clothes again, which I do. So by last month, I was able fit back into the clothes I care most about: my size 27 Seven jeans and my size 4 suits for work. Also, the size 6 jeans I had to buy post-baby is now very loose on me! Yehey! Don’t get me wrong though. I’m far from being skinny, and I’m flabby as hell, but at least I don’t have to buy new clothes or anything! I would like to work on getting toned though… even rockstar baby says “mommy tummy is big!” So here’s an after pic taken very early in the morning before any sort of food was consumed! Hahaha… As you can see, the mom pooch is there, and it becomes even bigger once I eat something.
But this whole thing got me thinking, now that I’m a mom-of-two, it doesn’t really bother me that I haven’t made time to workout or tried to make myself super-thin. It reminded me of what a co-worker said to me the other day: you don’t have to prove yourself to anyone but yourself. Do I wish I had a six-pack? Of course, who doesn’t? But I’m actually content with what I look like right now. It’s not like I was ever a twig 
to begin with, so of course I’m not going to be a twig post-partum. I just have to take it day by day. I also know that with every child, it gets exponentially harder to lose weight. It’s a well-known fact. One kid = hard to lose the baby weight. Two kids= twice as hard to lose the baby weight…and so on. It’s true. I said so.
My friend Karen sent me the coolest birthday card ever (second only to a guitar bday card my friend Alina once gave me) that had cakes and cupcakes on it. She said I got two kids, an understanding hubby, a house, and what more can I ask for? She’s right. She always puts things in perspective. So even though I whine and shit, I know what I’ve got back home.
Li’l C turned 5 months old yesterday! She’s getting baptized this Sunday. She’s growing up. *Sigh* I’m glad I had some alone time with her when I took her to Atlanta with me. She was a very good traveler and only cried very briefly (like 2 minutes). I think she could tell she wasn’t home though –she kept waking up in the middle of the night! But she had fun. She had her first plane ride and her first dip in the pool! Fun times.
Special thanks to Chloe who I had the pleasure of meeting! Thank you so much for the kids’ presents!
, and besides, that’s not my style anymore. What I really want to do was eat sweetbreads! I watch this show called 
