Ramblings
ARGH! My leg/groin area is killing me. It feels like it did in the three months prior to Erik’s birth. I only know one way to cure it, but since there isn’t a baby to cut out I don’t know what I’m going to do. My c-section scar has been acting up as well, which is irking me. It should not be having weird, random twinges after three years.
And no, I’m not pregnant.
Things are going a lot better here. I have been regulating my sugar intake a little better and I’m in a much better mood. Sugar is like poison for my brain chemistry, but it’s just so sweet that I can’t help being addicted. Ah, the tangled web. I’m grouchy, so I eat sugar to make myself feel better so I get more grouchy. Repeat.
I think making my dinner plans clear in the morning has also helped the kitchen situation. I know she is just trying to help. I do know that. It just feels weird and strange and like my mother.
On Monday night we went out to Great Falls park on the Maryland side. It was a lot of walking, but totally amazing scenery. It really helped me reset my brain somehow. If you are ever in the area, Great Falls are not to be missed! I don’t know what it looks like from the Virginia side, but the Maryland side has a really long boardwalk over the Potomac and an island. The only bad part is that there are several places that would lead to certain death for a curious toddler, so if you have young children you should skip it unless you will have them in a sling or stroller the whole time. We had five adults to supervise Erik and he still gave me several heart attacks.
I think my brain is also doing better because I’ve been to the gym every day this week. I only went a couple of times last week and my brain NEEDS those endorphins. Who ever thought such a big, fat cow could be so addicted to exercise? I’m still a big, fat cow but you guys should see my arms. They are getting totally buff. Now if I could just figure out a way to make my double belly get buff, I’d really be on to something.
I think I need to bite the bullet and invest in a real yoga mat. The gym provides flat foam mats, which are really kind of gross to use. They replaced them with brand new ones this weekend and now I have a major problem. The new ones don’t have a thick layer of grime coating both sides, thus they have no friction. Ever try to do (knee) push-ups when your knees are sweaty and you are sliding all over the place? Today I totally collapsed with laughter because what else could I do? I certainly couldn’t do whatever crazy thing the teacher was trying to make us do.
Can I mention that I hate yoga and pilates? Our Zumba teacher is really into both, so at the end of Zumba we do a bunch of yoga/pilates stuff. Yoga is not designed for women with boobs, double bellies and big thighs. I don’t think the stick-like teacher understands that I have actual flesh hanging in the places she says I am supposed to be putting other parts of my body.
Ok enough with the fitness talk. How about the mommy talk? Should I be worried that Erik identifies most with the villain of Dora the Explorer? Instead of trying to be Dora, he is always swiping things like Swiper or being a grumpy troll. Am I destined to be the mother of an ex-con? I guess he just thinks it’s funny. He thinks most everything is funny. Let’s hope he keeps his good humor without becoming a criminal.