The Family Curse

No, it's not the one that all mothers curse their kids with, to have a child just like them, although my mom cursed me with that one years ago. She must not be much of a voodoo priestess, because neither of my kids are at all like me *wink.* No, what I am referring to is the post-baby weight-gain curse brought to you by my Norwegian mountain-climber-goat-herder heritage on Mom's side. This curse makes you gain weight after you have a baby, not lose it. It's VERY annoying. My mountain-climbing-goat-herder genes think that I am climbing mountains and herding goats all day and feeding a baby so every single calorie must be conserved! On the plus side, these genes also give me great hair, perfect for braiding and coiling around my head like Heidi, so it's a two-edged sword.

After Logan was born, I lost all my baby weight very quickly. I was wearing my pre-baby clothes two weeks after he was born. But somewhere around Logan's four-month birthday, the pounds started creeping back on. I have now reached a point where I weigh what I did the day I gave birth to Logan. Now, I can't blame this entirely on genetics. I have had a fair amount of stress in the last few months and my eating/exercising schedule has suffered. But good news! All our boxes are unpacked (well, at least the stuff we need is unpacked) and we're all finally used to a new time zone and now that exercise bike of mine is in our bedroom again instead of upside-down in Katherine's room (dang movers...seriously, what is my four-year-old going to do with a stationary bike?).

So, I'm getting back on the wagon, you know or bike, and pedaling to a new, slimmer me while I watch old episodes of The Wonder Years. I am also experimenting with On-Demand yoga videos (we have cable now...yay!) because hulking a baby around all day is making my shoulders and back stiff. Unfortunately, this resulted in a wrist sprain. So, now I know I shouldn't try to do Astavakrasana the first time out.

This is an Astavakrasana. It means Eight-angle pose in Sanskrit. I'm not cool enough to do this or even pronounce it yet.

Actually, I just bent my wrist too far doing something normal. I was just a tad too enthusiastic about it. I also have a friend who is moving near me and looking for a yoga partner, so I might give up the videos and go to an actual studio.

So, we'll see if I can convince those mountain-climbing-goat-herder genes of mine to let go so I can fit into my go-to-the-library-and-supermarket jeans again.