Thursday, June 19, 2008

Yadda, Yadda, Yadda.

So, two nights of Xtian being sole parent and the results are: mixed. First night, the kid slept all the way through, without stirring once. Last night, he woke up, got snuggled for a few minutes, fell back to sleep, only to wake up again two minutes before Xtian's alarm went off (at 4 am, for those keeping track). So, we're doing it again tonight to see what happens. All bets are off since it turns out, children don't care about YOUR schedule. Selfish bastards.

I realize I'm making it sound far worse than it is. Really, we get plenty of sleep. The thing standing in the way of getting as much sleep as I'd like is usually me, and my inability to realize, "holy shit, it's 9:30. I should have been asleep like an hour ago!" Because I'm vaguely ridiculous.

Anyhow. Operation de-fatten my ass is going well. I actually wore pre-pregnancy jeans outside the house, and no one was sickened by muffin top, nor did any one snicker in my general direction. Slowly but surely, the scale is doing what I want it to. It just takes obsessive monitoring of my caloric intake. And I do mean obsessive. But that suits me just fine. Since I'm verging on OCD in many ways anyhow.

The only problem with losing weight is that you don't get to decide where you lose it from. Thanks to the miracle of breastfeeding, tits are still here. Unfortunately, I can't say the same about my formerly glorious booty. Maybe I've been living in mostly black neighborhoods for too long, but I was really into having a big ass. I like the concept of end-table ass. And my booty is shrinking at a pretty steady rate. I refuse to be a pancake-butt white girl. So, I guess it's back to the StairMaster for me. *sigh*

Mmmkay. I'm out. Perhaps some random Warren loving tomorrow, since, unbelievably, he's six months old tomorrow.

1 comment:

meghan...or is it? said...

Happy six months Warren!

And I swear every time I lose weight it comes from a different place. Since I stepped up the exercising this time around and have added onto hard core biking, I have outer thighs of steel. Why the other parts of my thighs can't keep pace, I will never know.

Good luck with your ass :)