June 24, 2011

Maintenance Needed


Photo from the Library of Congress Photostream, Photographer: Marjory Collins (1912-1985) 

I went to get a bathing suit this afternoon and, I must say, it was a sobering experience. This is not just any swim suit season, this is the first swim suit season for me post baby. I am sad to report that after peeling off my baggy layers, I found the place in a sad state of disrepair.

I have actually lost all of my baby weight in the last nine months, plus some. However, I can't take any credit for that. I had a child that nursed pretty much around the clock for the first 4 months and has only dropped a few feedings since. That is a huge calorie burner.

One of the main issues here is that the problem is concealed when clothed, which I am, most of the time. But in that plain black one piece, under the unholy florescent lights it was clear that I am in need of some serious maintenance.

I just stood their pinching the flab that has cropped up under my arms. It's skinny fat. An untoned, jiggly, jello-like substance on my arms, hips and back. It's got to go! Pilates, Bikram Yoga - here I come.

And that's not the only problem. I started looking at my nail beds and my pores. I was once a bi-monthly mani/pedi and monthly facial kind of girl. (Of course, that's what you can do when you're single and make a decent salary.) And I won't even start the multiple areas in need of a good waxing. My esthetician would be ashamed!

I'm not sure if this is a normal thing that happens to new moms, because we put so much energy towards the baby or if it's because I'm working from home and don't feel any pressure to keep up with the standards that society imposes on women. Whatever the case I don't remember dropping the ball, but something must be done. In fact, I have a date with a nail file, right this minute.

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