With our new formula, I’m now beginning to walk around with less puke caked into my attire.
It feels like the first time in two years that I am not pregnant.
I want to look and feel good.
I bought new running shoes and have hit the pavement twice. I love it. I’m still banging out some situps and bicycles – which really do tone the obliques.
I would like some clothes that fit, and complement my figure. I was fine buying Old Navy for transition outfits, but when I saw my daughter’s caretaker with a similar shirt, I feel uncomfortable wearing mine when not in the line of puke.
However, recession lingers, body evolves, income dips, weather remains cold, time is limited. I have not found the opportunity or real justification to going out and spending money on a few quality pieces that will likely be covered in spit-up or dirty hand prints. But I want to!
Perhaps when my sister comes and is not pregnant will resume our shopping expeditions.