This month I am trying to be grateful for the life that I have and the things I get to do. I have a husband that just showed up on my doorstep and didn’t leave. We’ve had our highs and lows and we work at our relationship, but that’s what you are supposed to do in any relationship, work.
I have my beautiful daughter. She’s the cutest little handful that a mom could ask for. I’m so grateful for her. Sometimes I wish I was a person who could stay at home with her all the time, but that would make both of us miserable over time (and my husband loves staying home with her and I could never take that from him). I am grateful that I get holiday breaks and summer vacation to work sparingly and play abundantly. I am also grateful for the wonderful people that I get to share baby girl with. She’s got wonderful grandparents on both sides of the family, amazing godparents and other friends of ours. It may sound strange, but it is a wonderful feeling watching someone play with your child. Yes, I love playing with her, but seeing my husband cuddling her or even a good friend was cuddling and reading her a book the other day and I seriously almost started crying (then again, I’m a sap…). I think it’s because you get to step away for a second and think about how lucky you are.
I am grateful for my health. I have not been sick all semester (knock on wood that it will continue). That said, I know that I need to get of my ass. I did successfully lose all of my baby weight and I am really proud of that. However, I have an extra 10 pounds that have creeped on since I was married. Now I don’t think I am in hellish shape. I tend to work out 6 if not 7 days a week, but I’m not paying attention to what I’m eating. I’m indulging in sweets whenever I want rather than sparingly.
I know that makes me a sweet person (see link below) and all (and my friend who did this research would not lead me astray), but this weight is bothering me.
For example, I can’t wear my wedding ring. Now I’m not if this is because of this 10 pounds (because my wedding ring had gotten tight before baby) or if this my hands my joints in my hands have spread out like me feet did (I had to buy pretty much an entire new collection of shoes after I was done). I’m stubborn and don’t want to get my ring resized if I don’t have to. Yet, my daughter is almost 1 (oh lord…) and I still can’t wear my ring. A friend posted a research summary about obesity and cancer (she works in the field). This reminded me of another reason of why I need to get off my ass, I want to be around to see my daughter grown up. Now my mom wasn’t around due to cancer. And don’t get me wrong, I lucked out. I’ve got an amazingly father and the best step-mom that a girl could ask for. So ummm.. before I start blubbering while sitting at this computer, I’ll just leave it as I need to get moving and taking care of myself, for me and for my daughter.
Okay, I need to get to work already. I got a sidetracked with wanting to get this out.
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Those are some great things to be thankful for! I agree that it's heartwarming when someone else finds your child to be just as amazing as you know they are! I think you are a stud for getting out 6 days a week to work out! Go you!
ReplyDeleteThose are some great things to be thankful for! I agree that it's heartwarming when someone else finds your child to be just as amazing as you know they are! I think you are a stud for getting out 6 days a week to work out! Go you!
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