I know, I know... Every other mom has warned me that my body will change. My hips, waste, feet...my chest. But I was in denial, or stubbornly defiant. "You can say what you want, but that won't happen to me! I won't work out, I'll eat all I want, and my body will still manage to snap back into pre-preg stage somehow!" I mean, it's not like new moms grow an extra toe or something! Sure our bodies will change, but it'll all go back to normal...won't it????
I'm beginning to doubt myself. And wondering if maybe I should join a gym. But the thing is: parts of me are smaller than pre baby (sigh...), while other parts are bigger (sigh...). When moms complain that things don't fit them the way they used to, I now believe them!
So do I dig out an hour of my day to hit the gym? Assuming that's even an option, I'd much rather spend that hour with my son...or sleeping! So I'll succumb to my new mom bod. I squeezed out a kid! I should give myself a break. After all, there are advantages to this: an excuse to shop for new clothes! So, screw the gym. I'll make the extra effort to do some crunches at home when I feel like it and do some weight lifts with the baby. He does make a pretty good kettlebell.
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