The end of Daylight Savings was yesterday meaning that this morning I was able to wake up at 5 and have a little extra time to myself before Penelope and Bridget woke up to join the world. I say that I’m going to take advantage of this extra nugget of time every year but I usually hit the snooze button and roll back over reveling in that giddy “I’m not getting up when I’m supposed to” glow. This year is different; this is my new resolution day. Screw New Years, nobody ever follows through with their New Year’s resolution. I need to lose some weight and get my shit together.

My youngest, Penelope, was born over 6 months ago and I think I might weigh the exact same as I did when I walked out of the hospital, 215 pounds. Until recently I was strictly breastfeeding and every time I lost a bit I could feel a decline in my breast milk. Penelope was a shrimp so I felt like I needed to do whatever it took to keep my milk, even if that meant sporting around in my maternity wear a half year after I wasn’t pregnant anymore. Well, at her 6 month appointment she had dropped down to the 12th percentile for weight from being born in the 89th. Her bicarbonate level was a little off meaning the ph level in her blood was a little on the acidic side. This made it harder for her body to gain weight. But the main culprit was me, I wasn’t producing enough milk due to hormone levels caused by PCOS. I gave her one bottle and that was it. She didn’t want me anymore… and I bawled. BUT I got over it, because this meant that I was free to do whatever I pleased with my own body for the first time in over a year. So, what did I do? What any respectable woman would do, I day drank. I drank a bunch of wine 3 glasses and got drunk while eating cheese and crackers one Sunday afternoon. After that I decided it was time to lose some weight. There are no excuses now. This means that today is the day that I resolve to lose this weight I’ve been hefting around and get back to that inner hottie that I can be. You know… the one that my husband fell in love with. That whole reason I got pregnant in the first place. I kid. Kind of. The fact is, I’m too much of a hottie to be stuck in this body. We all are, and by “we” I mean anyone who might be reading this because they are going through the same thing. So I’m doing something about it.

So far I’m off to a good start by waking up at 5 in the morning like I said I would so that I could have a little peaceful time to myself before the hustle and bustle of the day began. Instead of starting it with my typical “Isn’t this relaxing?” cup of cream-sugar coffee, I opted for some hot tea and banana nut oatmeal. I have to be honest, it was just as relaxing and so far a great start to getting my shit together. And so it begins… wish me luck!