So it’s been a while since I’ve updated y’all on my Operation Hot Mother efforts. Mostly it’s because it’s been a while since there have been any efforts to report on.
I imagine that I can forgive myself considering the major upheaval we’ve put our family through in the last 6 weeks, but now that we’re (sort of) settled and are slowly getting some new routines into place, it’s time to figure out how to move forward from here.
Everything is new at the moment – from our grocery stores to our fitness resources to our health insurance.
During the move, we basically threw all of our usual “rules” and principles on hold. We ordered a lot of take-out our last week in Brooklyn; we ate a lot of take-out and junk food our first week(s) in Chicagoland. T-Bone has, of course, maintained his decade-long vegetarianism, but I have strayed well beyond the limits of my usual principles on meat eating (i.e. eat it very sparingly and then only eat quality, humanely raised fare). In contrast, I’ve ingested all manners of animal in recent weeks – bacon, hamburgers, Chicago hot dogs (gawd, I hadn’t had a hot dog in years) and Poppy has been much the same. Whoops.
It’s time to get back on track, though (I say as I can still smell that Polish sausage I had for lunch on my breath…).
Baby steps, right?
Right.
This morning, I took a big step and joined a gym. Women’s Workout World is running a special this week — $99 for an entire year’s membership. No joining fee, etc. Just $99. So I went for it on the recommendation of a good friend who’s a member of one of their Chicago locations. When I texted my friend to tell her I did it, she was thrilled and then offered to take the train all the way down here just to go to classes with me one evening a week.
It’s good to know people got my back on this.
Speaking of backs, I threw mine out last week carrying Boo around – all +23 pounds of her – and on my second day of hobbling around and moaning, I realized that Operation Hot Mother isn’t just about vanity. Sure, I’d like to fit back into my old jeans and not let my Mom Body get too out of control, but that’s not the most important issue.
What I really need to do is fix my diastisis recti, lose 20-25 pounds, and significantly strengthen my core so that I can avoid emergency trips to the chiropractor to get cracked back into shape. In short, I need to be able to pick up my adorable squishy children without fear of injury.
So I’m going to continue along this journey and see how far I can get. I still refuse to set any numerical goals or become a slave to the scale, instead aiming for establishing some healthy routines and improving my overall health.
Wish me luck. Again.
