Thursday, March 25, 2010

The Best Things in Life Are Either Immoral, Illegal, or Fattening

Having a baby IS, by far, THE best thing in life.

With Eve's first birthday approaching within a matter of days, I woefully look to my waistline and think, "Damn, did I look good..." in all of those B.B. (Before Baby) pictures. At the time they were taken, I thought I was about 10-15 lb overweight (which I was), but these days, 10-15 lb overweight would be a dream.

I'm not complaining. I'm eating homemade macaroni and cheese as I type this. It's just the new reality of my life.

I remember when Eve turned 4 months old and I thought to myself, "When does the phrase 'I just had a baby' no longer hold water? What is the definition of 'just'?" Well I am pretty sure 'just' doesn't apply to a year ago.

I spent the majority of my professional life in the rag trade. I started out selling clothes in little shops and ended my career (to date) as a buyer for 2 retail stores. Body image has been my living.

My second job in the industry was at a little old ladies' dress shop. When customers would come in, I would try to tactfully figure out what size they needed, and more often than not, there would be a comment such as, "I USED to be your size", "Just wait until you have children (in a voice of impending doom)", or "Enjoy it now because after you have kids, it's all downhill". There was clearly an underlying disdaine regarding the whole subject. Ladies, I get it.

Some moms have figured out how to have it all. One local 30-something had her child and then went on to win some Miss Fitness Canada pageant thing. To her I say, kudos. But just so you know, my burger was so very delicious.

My weight has never been a huge issue for me. I was blessed with an above average metabolism and have pretty much taken advantage of it for my entire life. Now is the real test since it seems that between having a baby, being only 1 week away from my 35th birthday, and struggling to shop and prep healthy food on a daily basis, I'm gonna have to dig in. And not into this macaroni cheese.

I shall therefore slot this whole experience under the category of Fattening. For now.

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