Eric and I have been planning, since our honeymoon, to plan a special five year anniversary trip when we hit the five year mark. Our friends, Kim and AD got married exactly one week before we did, and we all went to the same honeymoon location (our first night at the honeymoon location was their last night). That night, the four of us made that pact--big five year anniversary trip for all four of us to do together.
Well.....five years is quickly arriving.....in June.
I can't wait! It's going to be so much fun! We are planning on renting a beautiful house in St. Maarten for TEN DAYS!!!! WHOO HOO! There's going to be sun. There's going to be sand. There's going to be margaritas. There are going to be swimsuits....
There are going to be swimsuits..... Uh oh.....there are going to be swimsuits.
You may ask, "Kristi, why do you fret so?"
Hmmmmmm......Travel with me, would you, down this brief trip down memory lane.....
Here I was on our honeymoon almost five years ago.....
Yay me! To this day, when I go to my "happy place" in my head....this is what my body looks like.
However, a year and a half later, this is what I looked like:
Yep....you can thank my daughter for that.
After having her, I didn't wait too long before I apparently missed looking like I was going to explode at any moment. So.....
Within two years, here is what I looked like AGAIN:
Yep....you can thank my son for that....and that was only ten months ago.....
That's right--I've had two children in three years....and my belly, each time, got comically larger than most pregnant woman. I look like I ate pregnant women for breakfast.
Needless to say, I don't have the same taut physique that I possessed four and a half years ago. In fact, I think that, in the wee hours of night, I can still hear my stomach muscles screaming out for help. It's hard to tell, though, because they are now pushed to the outsides of my gut and covered in layers of fat. I'm sure that is what it is, though: scared, cellulite-muffled screams from my tummy muscles as they quiver in the fetal position deep within....
Momma's got some work to do.
So, last night, at my Mom's Night Out event (where it was my job to take a dessert and a bottle of wine), I reminded myself that it was time to started acting on it. We all discussed various work out videos that help. Sure, we discussed these options as we were drinking copious amounts of red wine, eating cheese and dipping marshmallows in chocolate fondue, but let's not get caught up in the small details. What is important is that I took that all important first step.
So, get ready for this blog to reach a whole level of comedy over the next six months because this is going to get interesting. I, Kristi Lawrence, am determined to get myself back into some sort of shape (other than round) for our trip this summer. Sure, my bikini days may be gone, but if I can get to the point where I can wear a swimsuit on the beach without having the immediate urge to throw myself into the watery abyss of the ocean, I will be proud of myself. I'm GOING to do it....you just wait and see..... Somehow, I--a mother of two children three and under (who also just started my master's program this month)--AM going to also whip myself into the best shape possible for me to attain. When am I going to fit it in? Not sure. How am I going to do it? No clue. But it is going to happen.....(Enter "Eye of the Tiger" music here).
But, I made the mistake of making an extra pan of dessert to leave home with my family. Yep....fudge cupcakes with cherry frosting. Apparently, I also thought it was a good idea to eat one of said cupcakes for breakfast this morning along with my coffee. Hmmmmmmm.....I guess "Operation Baby Blubber Blastoff" will start TOMORROW. Baby steps, people....
T minus six months. Wish me luck, people. I'm going to need it....
