baby weight
I WEIGHED MY JEANS
I have a confession: I weighed my pants. Like stripped down and put my jeans ON the scale.
I waited for a number to come up. Nothing.
Zero.
I took them off the scale and tried it again.
Zero point zero.
Fuck. There goes that plan.
I was on my way to the doctor, the LADY doctor to be exact. Not for anything in particular, just a yearly check-up to make sure all my parts are still functioning after three babies. (Happy to report my reproductive system is still on fleek). ANYWAY, with a 10:00am appointment I was panicking a bit. Not because of the inevitable traffic to head over the hill to ...Read More
OLLY Smoothies: Everyday and On-the-Go!
Now that Jonah is back to school, Fall Ball baseball is starting back up, and Mr. Ollie Blue is a 1 year old on the move, (and did I mention I like a crazy person signed up to be a room parent), life is busier than ever. On top of it, I’m still incredibly intent on losing the last bit (if you can call 20 lbs “a bit”) of baby weight. Believe it or not, it seems that the busier I get, and the more stressed out I am, the more hyper-focused I am on what I’m eating. I suppose this is a good thing—like, I ...Read More
Contradictions and the Baby Weight Loss Struggle
Remember that time I said I was going to be kind and forgive myself for all the things that I don’t have a grip on? (No? Then refer to this post). Okay, so that was really nice. Lovely and heartfelt and dripping with completely sincerity. But now my hormones are back to normal are within the realm of norm (insert husband’s eye roll here) and the truth serum I’m serving isn’t holding punches:
I’m fat. Like scale fat. Like 20 pounds from this picture fat.
Now before you say, “Oh Jenny, I’ve seen you. You look great!” Or, “You JUST had a baby, don’t be so hard on yourself,” or ...Read More
And then there was you, my sweet Oliver Blue…
On September 15th, 2015 at 12:37 my sweet Oliver Blue was born. From the moment he was born, I have desperately wanted to tell his story and share our journey. I have also desperately wanted to sleep, and shower, sleep, and did I mention sleep? Turns out blogging is not so easy with a newborn. But thanks to late night all night feedings, my brain is filled (albeit foggy) with a story like no other. For there is no one else like you, Oliver… this I know…
When I was about 31 weeks pregnant, I found out Oliver was breech. Not to worry, ...Read More
30 Weeks Pregnant: I Could Take Down Manny Pacquiao
Here it is. No beating around the bush or clever sugar-coating: I weigh as much as Manny Pacquiao.
Well, shit, since I’m being honest: I now weigh a lot MORE than Manny Pacquiao.
And if Floyd Mayweather had disclosed his day of fight weight, I probably could take him on too.
On May 2nd, we went to a little gathering to watch the fight. Purely in it for the pizza and cookies that would be served, I tagged along. As I’m stuffing said pregnancy crack into my mouth, the screen reveals the fighters weigh in stats:
Manny Pacquiao: Pre-fight 147 lbs. Day of fight 152 lbs.
“Oh my god,” ...Read More
I have a secret. A dirty little secret: I am a sample whore. A food sample whore. Farmer’s market on a Sunday… Would you like to try a homemade pickle? You bet I would! Costco (on any day really)… Would you like to try this shitty nut mix with a dollop of hummus? Sure! Why not. Whole Foods bakery section… A basket of some seven grain zero taste bread that will back me up for days? Thank you sir, I’ll have another!
It doesn’t matter what they’re passing out, if there is food, and IT IS FREE, I am in. Much like a wedding reception or any party where they are ...Read More