With a weed killer ban in some Canadian cities, the spring landscape is flourishing with a thousand species of this herbaceous perennial. Before you mow, pull or dig them out, set aside some of this weed for one of these healthful recipes.
I have a confession to make. Promise you won’t hate me?
I lose weight when I’m breastfeeding.
After Baby #3 was born, the weight started to fall off. I decided to work with it this time and lost several pounds more. And for the first time since the poor-student days of university, I was skinny.
When we moved into this house 7 years ago, I was 99 lbs. For real. Of course, I’m also 4’11”, so take that for what it’s worth.
What I Don’t Miss About Being Thin
Since then, I’ve gained a few pounds. Okay, maybe more than a few.
There were a lot of advantages to being thin, and I do hope to get back to within 15 lbs of that again one day, but for now I’m not missing it.
I don’t miss spending 30 minutes twice each weekday on the exercise bike. Or the 20 minutes of pilates. All in addition to the 1-2 hour walks with the kids each day.
I don’t miss seeing the calorie count of every food hovering above it in my mind’s eye, before ever deciding to take a bite.
I don’t miss people constantly telling me to eat. I always had to say “no thank you” because that serving of wonderful, fresh, fruity salad they were offering me was the equivalent of my full day’s calorie budget.
I don’t miss never eating bagels or muffins.
I don’t miss being able to feel the inner workings of my gut from the outside.
I don’t miss being obsessed with what I was eating and whether I would burn it off that day.
I do miss being able to fit into anything and not being self-conscious in a bathing suit. That really is a great feeling.
But there’s more to life, and right now there just isn’t time to work on losing the number of pounds I want to and maintaining it.
That doesn’t mean I’m not exercising or *trying* to eat well. It just means I’m not focusing on being skinny right now.
Because there’s more to life than what the scale says.
… just because parenting is a sacrificial act of love and service, it doesn’t mean we need to sacrifice our sanity. All around the internet I see parents complaining about things like not have a moment’s peace, even in the bathroom, or having to make four different meals at supper time because of picky eaters.
It doesn’t have to be that way. We’re meant to be parents, not doormats.
I’m the one that sees when your darling throws sand in the eyes of a friend, and I’m the one that sees your child struggling to hold onto the outside of the climber, hanging on for dear life with tears in her eyes.
You might not have noticed those things because you were chatting with the other moms.