When you feel like quitting, think about why you started. My journey to become healthy began after I had kids. Oh, who am I kidding? If I am honest with myself, I was uncomfortable in my skin way before I had my children. Chasing the "perfect body" does a number on your self-image, and my invincible youthful body had slowly changed with age, so I eventually gave up.
Our bedroom was dark. The first bands of morning light already start climbing the wall. I struggle to open my eyes as I groan and roll to my left. I peek at my phone, 6:30 am glows daring me to wake up. “You’ve got to be F-ing kidding me” I mumble to myself.
So here we are at the end of another year. Of course, this time is a pretty reflective time for most people. Everyone is racing to declare their New Year resolution and muster what optimism that they can for the coming year. I have to be completely honest, this year I held on for dear life, and I am glad that it’s over. I started 2016 as a newly minted mom of two. I mean that quite literally. Ants came into this world two weeks after his due date, and I barely had time to take a deep breath before I was sitting on my couch watching the ball drop, in a daze. After that, we were off. This year has been one of great change and great reflection for my family and myself, and we join those hopefuls who are ready to face all that the new year has in store. We’re staring 2017 in the face, giving her our best stony "What's up?" gaze, as she comes barreling towards us. We’re opening our arms and bringing her in together, as a family, as always. Happy New Year everyone!
The soundtrack of our lives is littered with musical memories. When I hear music, I am instantly transported to a memorable time and place. Now that I'm a mom, I'm making new musical memories with my two little chaotic cherubs.
*As seen on Huffington Post *
I love my husband. He’s the first person I call when something fantastic happens and the first person I call when I feel I’ve been wronged by the world. He even helps me plot sweet revenge, hell hath no fury like a mom of two young children holding a glass of sauvignon blanc, and later guides me towards a sensible high road solution.
I shut my eyes hoping to suppress the inevitable sobbing that was climbing to escape my throat. I knew this day was coming, I had ample time to prepare. However, nothing will ever prepare you as a parent, for when you take your child to their first day of school. *Cue The Verve- Bitter Sweet Symphony* .
*As Seen on Today Parents*
I do my best to read to my daughter every night before bed. I do. Sometimes, though, it feels like I’m sifting through a desert of already-read children’s books, thirsting for some literary quenching. I kid you not, I’ve made sure Frances had her bread and jam. I’ve memorized bidding the moon good night. I’ve seen all there is to see with a bear that is brown. I’ve Chicka chicka boomed way past bedtime. I’ve even kept a careful eye over a Corduroy cutie to make sure he was alright until the morning.
*As seen on Today Parents *
I dragged my tired, tortured body up the steps to my third-floor apartment, but I didn’t open the door. I just laid my head on the cool wood, hoping to support my limp frame that had just gone through a rigorous workout. I’ve never been a small woman, not by far. I’m 5’7 and have been an athlete all of my life, but nothing prepared me for having two kids and the mommy-weight that was to follow.
*As Seen on The Huffington Post *
Today was a hard day. Not that it was any harder than any other day at home alone with my two kids. Today I was not in the mood for anything. “Ants” is teething, so putting him down for a nap or down at all, for that matter, was hard. Mila is brimming full of energy and questions and decided to attach herself to my leg and challenge me to unlock the mysteries of the universe with her, or at least that’s what it felt like.
Somewhere between sleepy and conscious, I hear that pesky alarm clock, beckoning me to get out of bed. As the comfort of my bed tugs at me to stay, I grudgingly raise myself and walk like a zombie into the kitchen to prepare and sip that cup of wake-up that gets me going. Yes, I’m a coffee addict. That has been the story of my life for a very long time. However, since having my second child last December, I have been searching for other alternatives that could be more beneficial to my overall health and give me the boost that I need to help get through my busy mommy day.
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