The scale has been stuck for weeks and I'm frustrated. I know I don't look particularly frustrated in this photo. That's because I'm holding my fifth cup of coffee.
Silver lining to my problem: I think childcare, housework, and regular old exercise is getting me into the best shape of my life. Slowly. Very, very slooooowly. Yes, yes, yes, I know it's unreasonable to expect my body to just snap back after the birth of my second child ... after I packed on 20 pounds BEFORE getting pregnant ... and gaining over 50 during my pregnancy.
It's still frustrating to feel ick. But I write this post to say, taking care of kids is probably all the workout a woman really needs. I have two demanding trainers, right here in my house. Toting a 19-pound baby around all day is no easy feat. Not to mention wrangling all that laundry up a flight of stairs.
So while my Body Mass Index still tells me I am overweight, and for some reason I can't seem to put myself on any kind of diet to remedy that issue, at least I know I can haul around heavy things. And since I refuse to diet, I can still put half and half in my coffee without feeling guilty.