As the weather got warmer, my post-baby body came out of hibernation, and although I’m pretty much back to my pre-baby weight (I didn’t gain all that much thanks to having gestational diabetes), my post-four-big-babies belly isn’t exactly in pre-baby form. Sometimes I wonder if it ever will be. It’s not pretty, folks, and I have a sneaking suspicion that all the pilates and ab-work in the world won’t take care of the saggy, stretched-out skin. Not that I’ve been terribly successful finding time for pilates and ab work. I know this is the part where I’m supposed to say “I love my kids and I wouldn’t have it any other way,” but I’m going to be totally honest (and totally vain): if I could wake up tomorrow with my four awesome kids and killer abs, I’d totally take that deal!
I’ve wanted to get back to running, but since I don’t have a jogging stroller to hold all three boys, my opportunities have been pretty limited. Not to mention the idea of pushing 100+ lbs of boy while I’m jogging is about as attractive to me as my saggy belly. It was about this time two years ago that I ran my first 5K. I ran another one last March when I first found out I was pregnant. I had hoped to do another by now, but the reality is that I’m a mom of four small kids whose husband is spending most of his spare time finishing the basement. Factor in the weather, and I’ve hardly run at all.
I’m not completely throwing in the towel, but if I can get a DVD workout or two in a week, that qualifies as success around here. It might be lowering my standards, but it’s also dealing with life as it is right now. My free moments are precious and few, especially as Max starts to outgrow nap time and Zachary seems to nap less by the day. But enjoying my time with the boys while they’re still little is so important, especially when I think about how fast it’s going. Still, if anyone sees the Ab Fairy flying around delivering six packs, you know where to send her.