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Oct. 27th, 2009 08:45 pmSo uh, I am more or less down to something resembling a pre-pregnancy weight. I know, I'm a jerk because that's pretty fast, but here's how it works: I bounce, sway, jump, walk, and dance with a baby all day long. Okay and also I breastfeed. I am TIRED, YO. I am also full of crazy appetite. OMG FOOD.
Of course, I'm not so much back in shape yet. I mean, my body definitely feels more like my own than it did. But I'm not really pushing that until I can get to a point in life where I'm not like, healing all the time. I feel like the postpartum healing fun just came to more or less an end, and now I am healing from a sebaceous cyst under my arm that abscessed and had to be...dealt with. I did not go into detail because the details are disgusting, but yeah. Healing sucks, and I am tired of it. (I suppose it is better than the alternative.) I'm getting lots of exercise, though, due to having a baby who won't let me stay home. I go for walks because I'll get yelled at by a belligerent teeny person with very, very strong lungs if I don't - that's motivation, folks.
Dinner tonight: black bean and sweet potato quesadillas with tomatillo salsa. Dairy-free eating is ANNOYING AS FUCK but also still delicious. We are forced to be creative! I had vegan french toast for lunch today, while Erin and I took turns lapping the restaurant we were at with the baby. Because oh yeah, Sophie is teething! Save me!
Of course, I'm not so much back in shape yet. I mean, my body definitely feels more like my own than it did. But I'm not really pushing that until I can get to a point in life where I'm not like, healing all the time. I feel like the postpartum healing fun just came to more or less an end, and now I am healing from a sebaceous cyst under my arm that abscessed and had to be...dealt with. I did not go into detail because the details are disgusting, but yeah. Healing sucks, and I am tired of it. (I suppose it is better than the alternative.) I'm getting lots of exercise, though, due to having a baby who won't let me stay home. I go for walks because I'll get yelled at by a belligerent teeny person with very, very strong lungs if I don't - that's motivation, folks.
Dinner tonight: black bean and sweet potato quesadillas with tomatillo salsa. Dairy-free eating is ANNOYING AS FUCK but also still delicious. We are forced to be creative! I had vegan french toast for lunch today, while Erin and I took turns lapping the restaurant we were at with the baby. Because oh yeah, Sophie is teething! Save me!
