Meaty.

by Alexa on January 24, 2013

¶ I felt like a Fairytale Witch

The other day I was making this little beef tenderloin roast that Simone adores beyond reason, and I am trying to lose weight, so I was calculating portion sizes. I was squinting at the package, figuring out how many ounces were in the roast based upon its weight in pounds, and all of a sudden I realized it was EXACTLY one pound, ten and three-quarters ounces, and if that number sounds familiar it is because HEY! I was hefting newborn Simone, nicely seasoned with salt and pepper.
It was rather an unsettling train of thought seeing as I was about to surround the thing with onions and put in the oven.
(It was delicious.)

¶ Speaking of…

The losing-weight thing is a pain in the ass, honestly. I lose weight very, very slowly, and my thyroid fights me bitterly for every ounce. But I am sticking with it, and doing it sensibly and sustainably, and feeling much more committed than I ever have before. I think this is because I came out of my pregnancy 20 pounds lighter than I went into it, putting me only about 20 pounds away from my goal weight. Losing 20 pounds sounds doable. And the difference in how I feel at this weight versus 20 pounds heavier is dramatic, like a free preview of what my reward will be when I’m finished. Besides, it seems like it would be a shame to waste all the progress I unwittingly made while gestating Twyla. Theoretically, I could just have one more baby and voila! Goal weight! It’s as simple as nine months of intractable nausea and vomiting!

The second day was the hardest, and that evening I found myself running up and down the hallway of my railroad-style apartment, trying vainly to get my Fitbit to register enough activity to net me, say, a bowl of potato chips. I had no sports bra, and thus was forced to clutch my bosom to keep things from bouncing. I can’t imagine what the people below us thought I was doing, but am gratefully certain they could not guess the reality. The reality being, to reiterate: running up and down my hallway–up and down, back and forth–holding my breasts. For potato chips. There are surely many sins of which I am guilty (gluttony springs to mind), but pride does not seem to be one of them.

¶ I was going to put ONE baby picture in here, but I got carried away.

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Jackie January 24, 2013 at 7:58 pm

Delurking to finally say that is one unbelievably cute baby. To quote Julie, whom I’ve recently begun reading again – Jesus gay! SO EFFIN CUTE.

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tea_austen January 24, 2013 at 8:00 pm

It gives me no measure of delight that you have a round and chubby baby, and I love that Simone is a big sister. And tasty toes! In mouth! All good things. xox

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ccr in MA January 24, 2013 at 8:06 pm

Thank you for the pictures! I needed that smile tonight.

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melzers January 24, 2013 at 8:14 pm

I have been working a year at the weight loss “thing” and was up to 33lbs lost when xmas hit and then went to 29lbs lost and I am struggling to get those 4lbs back off my gut and then get back on track so I feel your pain and I don’t even have a thyroid to blame. 20lbs more would make me feel like a new woman but I’ll still be overweight but at least I’d be out of the dreaded obese category. *sigh* maybe this time next year?

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Life of a Doctor's Wife January 24, 2013 at 8:50 pm

When I lived in apartments, occasionally I would hear interesting movement from the neighbors above. The only pleasure was in imagining what was the occupant was DOING. And now I know! Pacing-whilst-bosom-pinning!

That baby of yours is just. So very. You know. YOU KNOW.

(I especially like the look of mild concern on her face as she actually tastes that foot. Possibly not as delectable as she anticipated?)

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maggiemoo January 24, 2013 at 9:08 pm

You quite obviously NEVER feed that baby, do you? What with all the chunks, and hunks, and rolls! She’s had to resort to self-cannibalism! Seriously, she is so adorable!

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Rebeccah January 24, 2013 at 10:46 pm

Oh my, she is simply luscious!

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Kirsten January 24, 2013 at 11:19 pm

Such a cute baby! Crazy. And I am so with you on the slow weight loss and crappy thyroid. I have not one but two thyroid disorders. Have been trying to lose 20 lbs for 3 years….

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agirlandaboy January 25, 2013 at 12:15 am

Consider this my formal request to get our babies together on a bed and let them roll around half-clothed. Signed, Your Sister in Breast-Clutched House-Jogging.

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BonnyBard January 25, 2013 at 8:36 am

Oh my god, the cuteness! It is unbearable!

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KeraLinnea January 25, 2013 at 10:49 am

She is just the nicest baby. I love the foot-eating shots.

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Susie January 25, 2013 at 10:54 am

Even when I AM wearing a sports bra, I boob clutch when I go down stairs. Or sprint. I mean, I play team sports on the regular, and there I am, out on the field, holding up my (insubstantial!) bosom. What pride? I have none.

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HereWeGoAJen January 25, 2013 at 2:45 pm

Look at that delicious, sunny baby! So delicious even she wants to eat herself.

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Kirsten January 25, 2013 at 4:43 pm

Well Saxby Chambliss! He’s retiring….

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nancyk January 25, 2013 at 6:40 pm

Oh My God she is adorable!

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Korinthia Klein January 26, 2013 at 9:35 am

Baby pictures are adorable!

Trying to lose weight sucks. (I wish you success!)

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Alison Presley January 26, 2013 at 11:09 am

I can relate, as a 5’2″ person who has been on a diet since she was in middle school. When I do “the WW” as we call it at my house, I often do crazy things just to “earn” a half glass of wine with dinner.

Hang in there! The truth is, it’s always worth it.

PS Twyla is adorable and she has the best name ever.

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C January 29, 2013 at 10:17 am

Oh goodness, that baby is adorable!

I’m still trying to lose the baby weight….from my first child (she’s almost four). When I’m on the wagon I use an online food diary site, and nothing is more demoralizing to look back at your progress and realize you are 13lbs heavier at 22 months post-partum than you were at 2 (I don’t even look to see where I am in terms of first baby). However, I’ve been making good progress of late….I’m almost back to my post partum weight…from child one!

Good luck!

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ottilie January 31, 2013 at 12:38 pm

There are so many reasons it would be beneficial to myself and family if I could literally (not just figuratively) put my foot in my mouth like that too. Then again, it would not be pleasant to look at.
Your baby is precious!

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Losh January 31, 2013 at 4:35 pm

Thanks for getting carried away – she is a complete poppet of a baby!

I too, clutch my breasts when moving at any speed faster than an amble if I am bra-less, so that image made me smile.

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