the after-eater

This post is not for those who can completely restrain themselves. Not for those who are never tempted. Not for those who diet completely by the book or set of rules they have laid for themselves. Now that we laid that out, I am sure you are all still reading. I have decided to devote this post to my next nemesis. I picked this up while nannying for the most amazing twins in the world and have carried it into my life as a mommy. I am an after-eater. A garbage disposal. The trash compacter. The analogies could continue. My daughter is 13 months old, she is under-weight and I have been instructed to feed her a very high-calorie diet. That is where my first problem starts. I have to try everything I feed her. Honestly, I do. How do I know if the oatmeal is sweet enough or cool enough? A bite here, a bite there. The problem is that the food she is eating is fully-loaded. Most children only eat a few bites of their food and therefore I have to get every calorie I can into those few bites. There-in lies my first problem. Not taste testing everything even though it is in my motherly nature. Unfortunately that is only the first half of the problem. The second part of the problem begins with the end of the meal. After those few bites have been consumed, there is usually a very large portion left-over. I can't just watch that food go to waste. I mean, kids are starving in some far away place and if I don't eat Capri's left-overs...they'll still be starving. I know, the logic isn't there. You're probably thinking, why don't you just save the left-overs? I do. I save what hasn't touched the tray of her high-chair. It just so happens that most of the food does touch her tray. All of this being said, I plan to stop taste-testing Capri's food and to possibly begin composting our left-overs. Laying waste to the waste of my waist. Let me know if any of you compost or know much about it!

the run-up and the run-down

I don't exercise. This is another part of my life that needs to change. I personally become a different person when I exercise on a regular basis. Partially because I have more confidence because of the weight loss results I see, partially because of the simple fact that exercise releases endorphins that simply make you a nicer and happier person, and partially because we are not meant to be sedentary in nature. Our bodies need exercise. I plan to begin by choosing a more rigorous exercise plan titled "slim in six". Once again, I have used this plan and know that it works for me because of the past goals I have accomplished...and slowly destroyed over time. I believe that I have failed to mention that I am the mother of a beautiful 1 year old girl, who I delivered as a C-section, and have since been using as an excuse not to work-out. The day has come when I have to sacrifice my laziness for the sake of my well-being.