Fat Bottom Girls

I'm going to make an embarrassing confession to you all, Nesters.  Maybe some of you will sympathize?  Well the truth is, I am overweight.  I'm not saying I'm "obese" by any means, and I'm not whining {okay, maybe a little} but I'm uncomfortable in my own skin at my current weight.  I attribute this additional ass-mass to the fairly large life changes I have undergone as of late. The sadness with the loss of a job and the nerves of starting a new job with a bunch of strangers. At first it started with being home and having time -that I didn't used to have- to cook things that are more time consuming.  It was also fostered by the several new cook books and amazing cooking gadgets I got for my birthday and Christmas. Kitchenaide mixer thanks to my Lovah, a Cuisinart food processor and mandolin thanks to my Grandparents {they obviously don't know how clumsy I am, and are mistaken to trust me with such sharp objects} and a pasta maker thanks to my brother and SIL. So of course I decided to start making my own pasta from scratch, turning it into lasagnas, or alfredos, or homemade sauce with meatballs and hot Italian sausages.  And who doesn't need some baguette and brie with wine while they cook!?....  Anyone else getting hungry as they read this? Because I'm starved just writing it.  Well... it was a recipe for disaster for my waistline.

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The worst was yet to come.  I lost that sweet, precious extra time once I started in the new gig.  {Again, I'm not complaining about having a job! Having a job is great.  But I must admit, being home was nice.} Working longer and more intense hours than I was used to, leave me ragged at the end of my day.  For my first few weeks there, Matt and I ordered delivery every night.  "Oh hello Mr Local Sub-Shop-Man?" "Oh yes, hello Gina, the usual, with a side of curly fries? Great, be there in 30 minutes!" It was something like that every. single. night.  But I'm invincible... right?  When I was a teen I could eat more junk than you could imagine and STILL be svelte and run 3 miles and bend into a pretzel.  Well, I guess this was a wee bit of a slap in the face that I certainly do not have the metabolism {or athleticism} I had 10 years ago.

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I've gained.  And I've gained a lot. Not 100 lbs, but enough that I don't fit into most of my clothes anymore. And me being Captain Clothes Horse, who isn't fitting into said clothes coupled with working along side a bunch of size 0 Clothes Horses isn't exactly helping me feel like the gain is all that okay.  So, I'm going to try to step it up. Stop being a lazy-ass and start eating better daily and working out more. {Maybe not daily, but more...}  The only thing I have going for me is that I don't drink soda.  Ever. Frankly, I just don't like it.  Never have, probably never will.  The "soda" {or "tonic" if you're from Boston and "pop" if you're from upstate NY}  in our house is sparkling water. We go through that like maniacs. I buy them by the dozens. They give you the feeling of the carbonation like soda, but you don't wind up still being thirsty afterwards and they're 0 calories to boot.

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So in an ideal world, I could be in 3 places at once, one of me at home cooking a yummy, healthy meal.  The other of me at the gym gettin' skinnified.  And the third is me doing all the other stuff that needs to get done like cleaning, sewing, and oh yeah... RELAXING. {isn't there a Michael Keaton movie about that?...} Needless to say, I'm finding it really hard to balance the work/life/gym/cooking routine.  The only things that I'm considering is getting up at 430 to go to the gym and be home by 6 to get ready for work but man... how does anyone get so little sleep and survive?  Am I just showing my youth and naivety since I've never had a baby before and functioned on little to no sleep?   I mean if I go to bed at 11 that's 5 hours of sleep!?  I need my 8 hours or its an ugly scene.

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Okay, I'm just rambling now...

I need your thoughts, so dish por favor!