There’s 3 kilos that I couldn’t lose – so frustrating! It’s been 3 months now since the birth of el ninja, and I still don’t seem to establish a work-out routine. Always tired and exhausted from the night-feeding, I just couldn’t get myself motivated to spare 30-min a day for a post-natal yoga session. Worst of all, none of my pants fit me – I basically have these 3 sets of clothes I alternate from one day to anoterh – bad for my look but good for my laundry machine.
Then I remembered what a friend told me when I was 8-month pregnant, while I was complaining about how tiring it was to carry a ball around and I wanted it out already. “Well, at least it is manageable, it is inside your body, you can do whatever you want, just need to do it with it. It will be a different story when it comes out, believe me!” Yup, I believe you. Remembered that I used to have my yoga routine at 7:30am, it was not easy to do with it with a belly but like what my friend said, it was manageable.
Now MY time is no long mine. My closet is no long mine. OUR room is no longer ours (this will change in a month when we move el ninja to the nursery). My kitchen is no long mine, as it is now packed with sterilizer, formulas, and bottles, and nipples. Thank god that at least the TV and remote control are still mine (for now).
I am no longer in control. The prince (el principe, as how my “political family” calls him) is in control and we are all indeed at his service.
p.s. political family – I love the word in Spanish for “in-laws”, familía política, perfectly describes the relationship at times ☺
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