A Post Baby Body.

I'm working on it, still. Uhh, it'll be 3 years, 3 months and 10 days (as of tomorrow.) I have aspirations, I do. I visualize my body, in a bathing suit. And frankly, it makes me slightly nauseous...which would probably help me lose some weight -- okay, okay, not a funny joke.

But in all honesty, I know I have a deadline now. It'll be 11 weeks until the hubby and I head to Key West on our first-ever-without-children-vacation/stress-about-not-being-with-the-children-for-the-first-five-minutes vacation. And between me, you and my treadmill....I'm panicking.

I am not overweight. I know that. In fact, I'm probably the healthiest weight I have ever been, since I was 7-years-old. But, those of you that celebrate birthdays, that have had children, or that enjoy chocolate as much as I do, know that as the days pass into years, the body begins to settle in ways you never knew it could.

I mean, how was I to know that my hips were going to shift two inches in AND out? And in my younger days, would I have ever really considered participating in the vibrating machines at the mall to get rid of my cellulite?! Probably not...although now, I'm wishing I had one of those things at my house!

I'm getting to the point where anxiety to firm up is clashing with the fight against eating that one last chocolate chip cookie -- just so I can get it out of the house. Do I really need to wear that $100 bikini vs. the deliciousness that is a chocolate chip cookie made with Ghiradelli chocolate chips?

I'm kidding. Obviously, I'd choose the bikini. (For one thing, I can't return it now...they have a 'No Return' policy.) But, I DO want to look decent for my vacation. I want to feel good when I walk around...I just want to know why it has to be so much work? Whatever happened to a metabolism?!

I guess I'm just venting because right about now, I'm wishing I had a quick-solution weight-loss pill or a trainer and personal chef on hand to help me get through it. Oh well...enough blogging, time to sweat it off. Wish me luck.

An Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny...

blue and white polka dot bikini. Yes, a bikini. 2 pieces of small fabric. I made the leap. For the past, oh, I don't know...7 years, I have been wearing a mom suit. No, no ruffly one piece moo-moo, but I've been quite comfortable in the tankini, covering all problem areas. My stomach...problem area numero uno.

I have never had flat abs. In fact, I'm not sure I ever will. BUT, with the Key West trip looming over me, I told Ryan that I refuse to go on this trip and wear my 'mom suit' the entire time. I want to look cute. So last night, bathing suit shopping we went and that's the suit I came home with.

Made by Vitamin A, it's reversible and the bottoms are awesome...they are cheekier than I ever worn, but they don't give my butt that awful muffin roll you see sometimes when girls wear their suits a little too tight. AND, for the first time in YEARS...I'm going with a triangle top. It was too cute to walk away from, though.

If you have ever been to a Swim & Sport store, you'll know that they give you personal attention to choose your suit. Although I was ready to walk out initially (a little bit of a wait and I am impatient...), I'm glad I didn't because the lady was so attentive and gave me more options than I even considered.

Anyway, I'm thinking about hanging the Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Blue/White Polka Dot Bikini somewhere in front of the treadmill to give me more motivation during my workouts. Only a few more months....