Diary of a Working Mom: Finding a Healthier Me

 

I am going to be brutally honest, I am completely overweight and out of shape! I have been since I had my son. I was the girl at the gym 5-6 days a week on and off throughout my 20s and 30s and now I am the mom on the couch after a long day at work and doing “mom stuff”. It’s not an excuse, it’s a fact. I made the decision to put my kid, my family and my career first and the price was the expansion of my ass and stomach.

I like to pretend I’m OK with it, but I hate looking at myself in the mirror if it goes “Tits down”. I have Rubbermaid bins full of clothes that I swear I am going to fit back into if it kills me because I refuse to buy any more clothes at the size I am at. I used to love when my husband hugged me from behind and now I run away from it scared he will touch my flabby stomach or one day his arms just won’t fit around me anymore. Continue reading

Diary of a Working Mom: Where did I go?

It’s funny the things you notice at times. Right now I am obsessed with other people’s nails. The pretty spring colours, the dark shellacs, the French manicures, the real and the “enhanced”. I can’t stop staring at them, and then down and my own horrible hands. Man, my hands have aged horribly in the last 2 years.

I used to have nice nails and soft hands that smelled of the latest Bath and Bodyworks scent. Before Henry, I had a standing appointment at my local nail salon and every Friday night I got a pedicure and every other Friday I got my nails shellacked and an eyebrow wax. I had great nails and great feet (great eyebrows too). Those days are long gone and one look at my bushy eyebrows and horrible hands/feet prove it.

The last time I had a manicure Henry was 3 months old (he is almost 2), and the last pedicure I had was before I went to Croatia last July. And my eyebrows get waxed if I am lucky once every 2 months.

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To Vaccinate or Not to Vaccinate, why is this still a question?

injection_1917206bSometimes I want to leave the internet. No seriously. I see things and I am like “This is the world I am living in? This is the world I am raising my child in?” And it makes my head hurt. It makes me want to shut off my phone/tablet/computer pack my bags and find an island somewhere to raise my son.

I have always been opinionated, but I am also open-minded. I have been known to change my mind on things because I have been presented with new information or facts that support the other side of the argument.

Which is why I can’t wrap my head around the growing number of parents who are not vaccinating their children and saying “it’s a personal choice”.

Huh, what?

Choosing to let your child cry-it-out is a personal choice. It’s not going to affect you or your life if I choose to let my child cry and learn self-soothing techniques. Just like it’s a parent’s choice to feed their child all organic food is not going to affect you or me. It’s a choice. One they have every right to make. Not vaccinating your child is not a choice, that is irresponsible and it’s negligible and it doesn’t just affect your child it affects me and mine. It’s selfish. It says that your fears are more important than my child’s safety, his health, his life. It says that you would rather bring back and spread infectious and possibly fatal diseases than have a child with autism or to put “toxic substances” inside your child’s body. The list goes on. So I am going to try and break it down for you.

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