Weighing in on a Mommy's weight

Just the other day I went to the doctor and, of course, was weighed. I was shocked at the numbers that appeared on the digital screen. It showed four more pounds than were there in May, which was the last time I had visited this particular doctor.

Four pounds may not seem like a lot, but now I'm a whopping 183 (and some odd points) pounds. Thank God I'm 5'7" so it's proportioned fairly well (I'm just thinking that's what you would say not what I actually think as I sit up straight and such in my belly), but according to "medical standards" I should be -- at my heaviest -- 150 pounds.

I try to take into consideration that my youngest child is only 18 months old and the middle one is only 2 years old, but that doesn't make me feel any better. So, I got to thinking, "Why in the world do I weigh 183 pounds?" (In my head, I think "I weigh about 200 pounds.")

With three children and a husband, the constant errands, doing laundry for at least three days at a time each week and the up and down motion that I often go through when the two youngest are home; I should be a svelte 140 at the most. My theory is that someone should make it so that busy mothers and wives automatically lose weight depending on how busy they are.

Doesn't that make sense to you? Well, it does to me. If the "experts" recommend parking at the back of parking lots and doing housework swiftly then why aren't more mommies talking about how in shape they are from doing the regular things in life? Things that make you go: hmmm?

Maybe I've gone off on a tangent and I should go eat something to get the blood back in my head. LOL … I guess this should have been a rambling about why I don't want to exercise and how it's only two days into my Special K lunches to notice any differences.

Does anyone share my pain? Now that I've gotten that off my chest, I can go eat a healthy dinner of baked chicken, baked sweet potato and a green vegetable. Honestly, I just added the green vegetable part to make a good impression. J I'll have to force myself to eat green IF I eat them.

For those of you who are suffering as I am: Walk briskly from the back of some parking lots, dance while you vacuum and have a good weekend while you're at it!