Jessica Simpson gazes out from my tv. Her golden hair flows softly around her soft-focus face as she tells me she’s a mom now and wants to do what’s best for her daughter and that’s why she’s on Weight Watchers. I thought she was on Weight Watchers because they were paying her a boatload of money to use their program to lose the baby weight but whatever. The point is she’s working to lose the weight.
I glance in the mirror. I could stand to lose weight. I’ve dropped maybe half of the weight I gained during my pregnancy. I don’t know for sure because I stopped looking at the scale more than a month before my pregnancy ended. So, I don’t know what I gained. 50 pounds? 60? I’m just not sure. I know right now I’m about 20 pounds above my usual weight. I’m a size or two above my usual jeans size. I have a big belly roll that hangs over my waistband. I have to wear Spanx under skirts to minimize thigh chafing. I don’t look great. I don’t like seeing myself in the mirror like this.
I could sign up for Weight Watchers like Jessica Simpson says I should. I know it would work. I’ve done it before and it worked. Although, it turns me into an OCD maniac what with all the measuring portions and entering recipes into websites and converting calories into POINTS all day. But it does work. I should sign up. Yes. Yes, it’s a good idea.
I look at the clock. No time. No time to enter my personal info, name and age, height and weight, goals and, oh yeah, making sure they factor in breastfeeding. No time to dig out my credit card to pay for all of this. I have to get to preschool to pick up my son. Then we need to go to Target to get bigger jammies for the baby. Then it’s time for karate class, then home to prep dinner and watch a little tv and then and then…
Maybe tomorrow I’ll have time for Weight Watchers and all the details of diligent weight loss strategy. But I don’t have that time today. Today the best I can do is resist the urge to snack on a donut or drink a soda. That’ll have to do.
I’m a mom and I’m too busy doing what’s best for my kids to think about my weight.
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