I'm Losing It.

It's been a while.  Life has changed.  Life is good, sleep deprived, but good.  I haven't felt compelled to write much lately.  I have missed this creative outlet.  My nemesis?  Time.  There is just not enough to go around.  The hardest part?  Everything.  I now have three kids.  Three kids, under five.  Lordhavemercy.
I am like plankton lately.  So far down the food chain, it is almost laughable.  But, man, am I happy.

However, happy and skinny, rarely go hand in hand.

Hence, my latest project:  Losing It.

The baby weight, that is.

I'm already losing it, so why not add some added pressure on my already crazy life?  Because I deserve it.  My children deserve a Mom that cares about herself.  My husband deserves a hot wife.  My Mom and Dad deserve a daughter they can be proud of.  I deserve to look like I did when I waltzed across the stage at Mrs. Hawaii (and won! the title of Mrs. Honolulu, and second runner up in the Mrs. Hawaii pageant.)  #glorydays

Anyway,  I have had a rough go of things, physically, lately.  It started with the 1% pregnancy where I was told by my specialists to NOT exercise.  We have a rare blood disorder that caused our middle daughter Piper to have a stroke, in utero.  They did not want me to raise my blood pressure, and create conditions where our son would be in danger.  I, lovingly complied. 

I am by nature a runner, so it was hard to sit on my tuffet for 9 months, but I did it, dreaming of the day that I could lace up my running shoes again, like I did after the birth of my first two.  Enter: Emergency C-Section.  I have met tons of mothers who have had multiple C-Sections without complication.  I, however, have suffered from one set back after another since Ellis was born.  My incision stayed open for 5 weeks after his birth, due to my low platelets.  After my second run, post pardum, when Ellis was just 6 weeks old, I had debilitating pain in my abdomen and profuse bleeding.  I was sidelined, yet again.  I took this as a wake up call to let my body heal properly.  So now, with time on my side, I am ready to go.  I am excited to take on the challenge of losing the extra weight that my body does not need to be the healthy wife and mother I am.  What it boils down to is 20 pounds.

Twenty.  Pounds.

I have never had that sum to loose in my life.  But then again, I have never been the mother of three, in my early thirties.  Oh yeah, and I have had Thyroid Disease since I was 18 years old.  Hello Mt. Everest.  My name is Megan, and I'll see you at the top.

I got this.  It might take longer than some of the genetically gifted Moms I know, but that's OK.  Genetics work in many ways, and my kids are cuter.  Just kidding.  Kind of.  In all seriousness, my point is, it's not about comparisons.  In fact, comparisons are self-defeating.  So, this is my journey.

I can do this.  I have already.  I started with 30 pounds to loose.

I have three babies.  I work outside the home, 2-3 days a week.  I have no family in town.  No babysitter.  No nanny, no personal trainer, or personal chef.  I have myself, my willpower, my husband, and my running shoes.

So, Beyonce, tell me again how hard it was for you to loose the baby weight?....

Baby weight is only easy to loose with your first child, or if you are a celebrity.  A woman, in your twenties without kids?  You only think it is easy...so did I. 

Cheer me on.  Join me.  Help me.  Watch my kiddos so I can go running.  Run with me, with the kids in the double jogger.  Rip that cupcake out of my hand during the birthday party at Pump it Up.  My one request?  Don't take away my wine?  Because, I'm losing it.