Afraid of Skinny People

Nothing would be more comforting to me than sitting in a room with some overweight people eating chocolate and cupcakes. Seriously. I'm not joking. Let's be honest, I do not nor will I ever like green smoothies. They are not for me. They do not even deserve the name of a smoothie. Smoothies are delicious and a highlight of the day, not a choke-me-down-because-I-have-to kind of thing. Gyms are for skinny people and I shall be shunned if I ever enter one.

During my senior year of high school I worked at Coldstone. (Oh dear...the start of a weight post is beginning at Coldstone. It can only get better from here.) I was working a day shift with my good friend Kevin, and I asked him to guess how much I weighed. (I know...where do I come up with these stupid questions?) Anyway, I've never thought I look what I weigh, but Kevin quickly put me to shame and guessed my exact weight.

Do I really look that heavy?

Well, you know, you're solid.


I think that's a nice way of telling me that I'm what people call "stalky" or "thick".

So, from that moment on I've always tried to come to terms that the number on the scale really does reflect  how much space I take up in the world. For the most part it's been pretty good.

College came and so did it's trials of comparing myself to every gorgeous girl in my ward boundaries. I did NOT look good in a bikini (if I ever dared to let that image even leave my thoughts) and I wasn't about to start tanning on my apartment lawn. I took up running my freshman year, learned to love it even though I was never good at it. I gained weight, but lost inches and was ok with that.

Marriage came to a wonderful man who made me feel beautiful. Thank goodness he's into big hips because he would have been in for a shock at the start of our honeymoon. In looking back to those pictures...I looked pretty good (at least I think so now). Sure there were nights I would cry next to Brian saying that I didn't have any friends. He would listen and rebuke anything I said and list my friends. My oh-so-witty response would be "BUT THEY'RE ALL SKINNY!" Yes, laughable. Quite laughable. As if skinny people only had skinny friends.

 Post baby #1 was a piece of cake. I lost my pregnancy weight in 3 weeks plus an additional 10 pounds. Sign me up for that again. Fast forward to now, post baby #2. It's hasn't been bad, but it also hasn't been as easy as the first time around. This is where the gym comes in. I signed up to get more in shape, but I have been so terrified to go. Seriously. It's not that I have this overwhelming fear of treadmills or weights. It's not that I'm scared of falling off of an elliptical (although that would be embarrassing). It's not that I'm afraid that my butt might jiggle a little too much when I start increasing my running speed.

I'm afraid of skinnies.

That's all. You go to the gym and see only extremely fit people who eat green smoothies, right? I was afraid I'd walk in the door and with one glance people would banish me to the out-of-shape-and- "soft" corner of the gym.

Well, I went. I parked myself next to a skinny girl on an elliptical and tried not to hide my face away from everyone and get lost in Tom Cruise's muscles as he scaled the building windows. In my people watching moments I realized that gyms are not for the skinnies only. What? Who was this guy in front of me huffing and puffing? I liked him! We were instant besties even though he didn't turn around nor did we say hi.

Still afraid of skinny people? Well....I'd say that it's more a lack of confidence around them. Still self-conscious about my farmer tan? Check.

2 Month Check-up

It's crazy that I'm already posting about his 2 month stats. It's almost sad how fast time goes when you have more than one kid around the house. Jared still has some catching up to do! I know that Claire was bigger than him at birth, by 1 pound. At her 2 month appointment she was already 12 pounds. Couldn't have been all of those dozens of snickerdoodles I was eating, could it?

Here are his stats:

Height: 22.25 inches = 20th Percentile

Weight: 10 lbs 10 oz = 16th Percentile

Head:15.5 in  = 63rd percentile

He's just such a little guy! He has a little bit of umbilical hernia. I kind of guessed that though. My education from watching Life As We Know It has proven to be a good one since I was expecting that. Nothing to worry about, it will go away on it's own. He was a champ for his shots although they are always so sad. :( Doing well so far. Claire slept for 17 hours straight after her first shots. He's still awake....so I don't think I'll be so lucky. :)

In two months.....

• This boy has me wrapped around the smallest part of his smallest finger. Brian always teases me because I was am very adamant about Claire NOT sleeping in our bed. Somehow, this little boy finds his way to my bed every night and snuggles right into me. Who knows how he gets there! :) Actually, Claire completely spoiled me. She slept through the night and there was no need to bring her to bed. That, and Brian forbid me to have her in the bed because I might suffocate her. Now, since he wakes up at night, I think that it's more of a mother survival skill so I can get more sleep. I do love waking up to his sweet face though. I've been trying to break this terrible habit and I'm doing better. Progress is good. 
• He smiles. He would not smile at me at first, but has since learned who gives him food. His little smile melts my heart. It's kinda crooked sometimes when he's not in full smile, but goodness is he a little charmer. With that smile and his little combover I just can't help myself. 
• He loves to be cuddled still. He'll do pretty well on the floor or by himself for a little bit, but when he's had enough he lets us know and he has to snuggle right away. 
• He is sleeping better at night. We have gone from two feedings per night and we're down to one! One at 5-6 am. Not too shabby, son! 
• He pooped on Brian for the first time yesterday. Atta-boy! Although I have little sympathy for the pooped on daddy, I'm glad that he's changing diapers. :)
• He does not like being in his carseat if it isn't moving. As soon as you pick it up or start driving he's fine, but will scream if your stationary. 
• His eye is still goopy. Stupid clogged tear duct. They say that it can take a year for it to go away. Sigh. I hope it's sooner. I'm sure he's sick of my picking the goopies off.

Claire still loves her little brother. Sometimes she has better mommy ears than I do and will run out to tell me "OH NO! Brother is sad." She'll be a great little mommy reporter someday. 

We love our sweet little guy! 

HATS!

Don't you love how, when you're older, hats become a figure of speech rather than a piece of an outfit? Put on the mommy hat in the morning, the chef at for meals, the church hat for church, etc. We have so many hats these days that were putting on and sometimes it's a little overwhelming and not so much fun.

Well, Claire has a great love for all things hats. I wish I could go back to being two years old where a hat was anything. A bucket. A spoon. A bowl. A helmet. You name it. I want to wear those hats....but Claire does. And she looks good doing it too. :) They're just more fun to wear.

And because I can't just post two pictures. Here are some more for good measure.

He looks so GQ here. 

Bath time. See...he's getting chubbier.