Thursday, January 27, 2011

I have not yet lost the baby weight.

One of my favourite books, "The Girlfriends Guide to Pregnancy," gave me this advice about the baby weight: 9 months up, 9 months down.  So once J was born, I told myself, no rush, you have 9 months to lose the weight.   In my case, this was - to be exact - 48 pounds.  Yikes!  I didn't eat that unhealthy when I was pregnant, I just ate waaay more than I needed to.  And of course, the occasional indulgence!

So now he's 9 months old (+9 days), and I still have 8 pounds of baby blubber.  Pretty picture eh?  Its not really that bad, I'm just a bit melodramatic.

The first 30 pounds literally fell off.  I came home from the hospital 20 pounds lighter.  I was nursing, so the next 10 were gone within the first 6 weeks.   The next 10 took months....of course, I convinced myself I needed to eat ALOT while nursing to maintain my milk...Really, I mean I read somewhere that you need to eat more calories when you're nursing than when you're pregnant!  Is it true?  In my little fantasy world, yep!

And nursing is supposed to be a big helper in weight loss.   It definitely was for the first couple months.  It definitely wasn't once J started solids and he nursed less, but I didn't eat less.  

We bought a treadmill and set up a mini home gym in the basement so once J was in bed I could work out every night.   Ha!   I'm so tired most nights I can barely stay awake past 8pm.

So here's my public resolution (maybe that way I'll stick to it?)

1)  I will not open the pantry doors after dinner; only bad things happen.
2)  I will exercise 4 times a week.  Ok, 3.  Lets not push it.
3)  I will finally use the 5-dance class pass I purchased a couple months ago.

M~

Baby Food Confessions

I have a picky eater.
I make my baby food from scratch. I introduced the "savory" vegetables before the sweet stuff.  Well, mostly.  I introduced new foods every 3-5 days to keep the variety going.
This was all "supposed" to result in a less picky eater.  I call bulls***.

I mix apples into J's veggies to get him to eat them when he won't touch them on their own.   And he does.  To all those "experts" out there that criticize this - You try feeding my squirming, 9 month old baby against his will.  I dare you.  I can guarantee you will end up with baby food in your face, hair, all over baby's outfit, the kitchen floor, the dog (I don't joke, she has been covered in peas before).  And none in baby's mouth.   So I give him apples on the tip of the spoon.  Mommy's happy he gets his veggies and protein. Baby's happy he gets the sweet stuff.    I'm sure I will pay for this later (read: one day very soon) but for now, it gets us through mealtime.

Thus far, he also refuses to eat any meats I make.  So I caved and bought my first jarred baby food -  vegetables and beef (albeit organic).  And he likes them and eats them.  Without fruit added in.
I feel like a terrible mom, feeding my baby jar food.   I feel so guilty I continue to make meat and protein alternative recipes from the baby cookbook : Mango Chicken (he LOVES mango) - he threw it up on me.  Hummus for beginners - he threw it up on me.  You get the picture.

Last night I made chicken stew (chicken, carrots, potatoes, celery).  I'll let you know how that one goes.  Then next on the menu is baby Shepherds Pie.  It has the EXACT same ingredients as the store brand vegetables and beef that he likes.  Fingers crossed.

I'm blogging because...

Why am I starting a blog?

Because I'm bored of talking to myself about my mommy thoughts, ideas, rants, new product discoveries that make my life easier...and much more!  Let's be honest, hours alone each day with a 9 month old baby do not exactly make for intelligent, engaging conversations.  By 10 am, we've usually played with every toy (twice!), read many books, sang every song (off-key) in my repetoire.  'J' has also played with the dog's toys, upturned her bowls, and chewed on the playmats.

Generally, this is when we head out of the house to playgroups, library storytime, drop-in playcentre, or...the mall! Then home for lunch and nap.  Then the worst time of the day - 2:30pm until daddy gets home.  I feel like a unsuccessful, unpaid children's entertainer on the best of days :-)  On the particularly tired days, I plop J in the Exersaucer or Jolly Jumper for a few minutes (not sure why this gives me such Mommy Guilt because he's having fun!) and turn on the TV for some mindless entertainment.  Or I talk to myself....or shop online, one of my favorite things to do since I went on maternity leave.

So here I am.  

Stay tuned for more of my ordinary, non yummy mummy confessions.