Please help me if you can.
The following has been missing since about March of 2006:
NO, not my sweet sister. I just spoke with her this morning and she is doing fine. I can, actually, find her at almost any time I need her.
NO, not Marin either. I don't know where she is...I do miss her, but not as much as what I am posting about.
NO, not the adorable little chub-a-lub that has turned out to be the most handsome and helpful little boy on the planet. At that point in time, I had to do deep knee lunges across a room with him swaddled tightly in a blanket to go to sleep. Not the easiest child to put to sleep...but man it did a number on by rear end and legs, which leads me into what I am missing. Who knew that the curse of a collicky child would actually turn into such a blessing?
I'm missing THAT body. That was the one that ate no differently than I eat now (I am enjoying a nice lettuce salad drizzled in a tablespoon of fat-free italian dressing) but lived in ever-so-walkable Hawaii and managed to walk or jog 2 miles everyday while pushing a stroller around with a 20 pound baby in it and even had time & money to go to the gym every once in a while to work on upper-body strength...oh, and I went to school full-time too.
Those shorts...I HAD to wear a belt or else they would have fallen down to my ankles. That bra...no padding, I was really once that endowed. That shirt didn't cling to my body...it allowed air to breathe through the woven fibers.
So, this morning, while looking in the mirror and missing the old me, I remembered the picture above and decided it was time to dissapoint myself even further by doing a comparison. I pulled out the same items I wore on that day and put them on.
No need to wear a belt, as I could barely squeeze my thighs into the shorts. I placed my $90 Victoria Secret unmentionable on (it came with silicone inserts) and then pulled the shirt over my head stretching at the arm holes to get them over what once was a bicep and tricep. No air breathing through these fibers today.
Abi is now my prop...Connor is WAY to big to be holding like that any more
You see, I now have three children under foot. I love them sooooo very much, but putting two of them in the double stroller and coaxing one to walk along by my side for a two mile venture is not fun nor does it get your heart rate up in a manner that is GOOD for your heart.
Todd and I have attempted taking turns in the evenings going for jogs (the guy goes to work at 6:30 each morning and doesn't get home till 5:30...then it's dinner....then it's life). But in the last month, I have been able to get out once and I think Todd has only been able to get out four times. Let's be real...with meetings, outings and a yard to put it, we both haven't been able to get out for those runs we have planned on.
So, I am asking you women who have more than two children under foot and can empathize with me:
What do you do to keep yourself in shape and happy with your post-baby body?
How do you find the time to do it?