“Most Americans eat at least 10 to 30
percent more than needed, not
to survive but to satisfy psychological
hunger.”
-French
Women Don’t Get Fat, pg. 8-9
Yes. Yes, we do.
Or at least I do. And it’s what I
did yesterday.
My eating wasn’t as
extreme as what it could have been. I
didn’t clean my plate despite a strong urge to do so and I didn’t have dessert
(at least not after dinner…). But my
choices, both at dinner as well as the rest of the day, were not figure-friendly. Especially not for someone who allegedly
wants to lose weight.
Generally speaking, I
have lost my equilibrium. Between
working/commuting 11 hours per day, 5 days a week, spending 4 hours or so, with
my baby once I get home in the evening, catching up on chores during the
weekends and sleeping (a basic necessity, no?), I don’t have any time for
myself. More specifically, I don’t have
time to even think about myself
anymore. I rarely look in the mirror these
days other than to ensure my hair isn’t sticking straight up and I don’t have
sleepies in my eyes. My wardrobe, while
prodigious and varied, is limited on a daily basis to one of three pairs of
slacks and a couple of nursing tops. Stealing
20 minutes for myself seems like a luxury these days, one I often can’t
afford. And, I guess, as a result, I eat
rich foods for comfort or, I eat excessively out of laziness.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s
not all because of the baby. I haven’t
turned into a sloth because I’m now a mom.
It’s everything. It’s work, which
takes up nearly three-quarters of my waking hours; it’s the house we’re in the
process of buying (7 months after moving into the house we’re currently
renting, by the way!); it’s the side business we own which requires attention
now and then to keep going; and yes, it is the baby too. He’s at that stage where he wants to touch
everything, do everything and go everywhere (on foot, of course) but can’t do any
of it on his own. As a result, my
husband and I are continually escorting him, his tiny hands gripping our thumbs
as he wobbles along our hard wood floors.
It’s so precious to watch, yet so painful on the back!
Each day, I promise
myself that I will eat mindfully and only until I am satiated but not stuffed. Yet each day, I overindulge at meals or snack
excessively. I don’t eat poorly; rather,
I eat organic, locally grown fruits and vegetables, grass-fed beef we bought
from a local farmer (a side of beef, in case you’re wondering, takes up an
entire 7 cubic foot deep freezer!) and home-made desserts or Nutella. I also love indulging in wine but, my
consumption being limited these days of breastfeeding my son, that’s the least
of my caloric transgressions. The
problem is the portion sizes and the omnipresence of snack food everywhere I
look.
Tomorrow, I plan on
initiating my French challenge. Being
the most quantifiable and measurable, my intent is first to tackle the excess
baby weight that still stubbornly clings to my tummy. I have seven weeks until Kauai and I’d like
to make as much headway as possible during that time towards feeling
comfortable in my own skin. I don’t
expect a miracle, but I do plan on dropping 10 pounds during that time and
hopefully, fitting into my old bikinis once again. While this may seem a superficial and vain opening
to my French challenge, I actually think losing some baby weight before pursuing
my other objectives (listed in my first post) may actually facilitate my later success. I firmly believe that you have to take care
of yourself and feel good about yourself before you can take care of others the
way they deserve to be taken care of. I
took great pains to pamper myself while pregnant so that I had ample reserves
from which to draw while the baby was young and very demanding of my time. Well, those reserves are dwindling and
something has to change. It has been 9
months since my son was born and I need to replenish. Likewise, my husband and I invested a lot of
time into our marriage before we had the baby, the hope being that the
foundation we lay beforehand would see us through the early, bleary-eyed months
of first-time parenthood. It has, and we
are still going strong. But again,
something has to change. First things
first, though. First, I need to carve
some mental space for my needs and my replenishment and then, back to my old
self again, I can attend to the slowly waning health of my marriage.
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