The Box

There it is, the last one I had to open. Since we moved to a smaller home when Rex was 2 and half months, it was a perfect time to edit my closet. So I filled two big plastic containers with the clothes that I couldn’t fit into. I recently cracked the last one open. I can basically fit into these clothes now, although not always cutting the finest figure in them.

THE JELLY BELLY REMAINS.

I do a long walk with Rex almost everyday. Go to the gym once a week to work with weights and such. And try to do Stroller Strides at least once a week. Frankly, I blame my kid. Vivien was such a phenomenal nurser, I think she sucked the fat right out of me. Rex likes to nurse, but he is easily distracted and took an interest in solids before she did.

Result? Harder to lose weight and rough diaper changes.

My closet cannot handle the influx of the new “thinner” clothes. Now, I need to give away my maternity clothes, and I need to fill this box with a label that says “FAT CLOTHES.”

How Dare She?!

Since I have my hands full with a new baby and going back to work, my big sister Carole is going to pitch in with some blogs. She is a witty, wonderful woman who recently drove me home from work. Who knew what she was thinking? Well now we do.


As I was driving Daphne home from work yesterday (doctor’s orders after the C-section), she excitedly pulled up her shirt and showed me her semi-flat belly, at the same time casually mentioning that she had hopped on the scale that morning and had already lost 16 pounds. (I waited about 3 months to attempt this after my son was born, and it took me another 3 months to recover from the number blinking back at me.)

Well, sibling rivalry does not begin to cover the envy and jealousy (and did I mention envy?) that I had after she told me this! I jokingly asked her to get out of my car and then reconsidered when I realized we were on a busy section of Hollywood Blvd.  I have to hand it to Daphne; she only gained 32 pounds with Rex, and I gained over 50 when my son Charlie was born. (He is 11 now.) I was on a non-stop quest for prime rib and hot fudge sundaes when I was pregnant. So what took me a couple of years to achieve, she did in a week and half. Is it just me, or are you thinking it too… how dare she?