I am on day two of no more added sugar.  And let me tell you it sure is tough.  You are all probably laughing at me right now.  But, I truly am the one laughing at myself.  As I sit here and type I can see a photo of Hubby, A and I on the fridge.  It is a daily, albeit accidental, reminder of how skinny I used to be.  I was 11 years younger than I am right now, but truthfully I was that weight for another six years.  Then J came along and I stopped leaving the house for work.

After J was born it didn’t take me long to get back to my pre-pregnancy weight.  I never truly got back into the same shape though.  And then all the fertility drugs, pregnancies and miscarriages left me a little on the heavy side.  When I finally did get pregnant with Apple I was already 15lbs heavier than I was for J.

Now, here I sit four months later and although most of the weight is gone, I still have at least 10lbs to go.  And yes, I know it will come off, but I also know that I have that extra 15 to get rid of too.  So I started thinking about what I could change without really starving myself.   And as I sat looking at the girl on the fridge I realized that I didn’t eat a lot of sugar back then.  There are other factors that kept me skinny, like bartending, dancing at clubs and lots of red wine but the one thing I can change now is that I went back to eating a lot of sugar.  And I am not just talking a teaspoon in my coffee.   I am talking sugar in my coffee, on my cereal in the form of candies, everywhere sugar.  And I felt like I had lost control.  I no longer had the will power to say no.  Then I realized that I was addicted to sugar.

Yes, my name is BeachMama and I am a sugar addict.

So right then and there I realized I had to stop.  Cold turkey.  And you know what?  It’s not so bad.  I realized that I actually enjoyed coffee without sugar and my tea is just so much more refreshing.  And don’t get me started on my cereal.  I was drowning it in brown sugar, I am too ashamed to even admit how much.  I thought I was going to crave it but I don’t.  Instead it is helping me think of other snack solutions that are less sugary.  And when I really feel the pull, I just grab a stick of gum or brush my teeth.  All the old tricks I used to do way back when.  You see, that former skinny girl only got that way after losing weight.  Fifty pounds actually.  I can’t say that I will ever be that skinny again, but I hope to at least get this 25lbs off and I will be a much happier BeachMama.

Oh yes, and I started the couch to 5k program, I am on week two.  Thanks Whoorl. 

I, myself, cannot believe it has been four months since Apple has been born. Thus leaving me to realize I haven’t really posted a baby update in a while. Since we have gotten over the whole horrible car rides, life has become so much easier.

I hesitate to even write this for fear that everything will change, but here it goes. Apple is a dream. I kept fearing the worse because to me J was a dream baby and everybody kept saying that if your first was great your next one would be a terror. Well so far so good, she is even more dreamy than J was. She wakes up laughing, she smiles all day long and is easily entertained in one of her baby stations (the mat, the swing, the saucer type chair and the playpen). So, unlike J, I can put her down to play and get a few things done. I had a hard time putting J down. That might have been entirely my fault as I did not know if I would ever get a chance again to have a baby, but this time, I can put her down.

Apple even did her first full roll over to the belly on Friday night. We had been assisting her for a few days, but once she did it once, that was it. She keeps rolling and rolling. And on top of the rolling she is trying to crawl to get to things. So far she just looks like an inch worm, but she certainly gets across the floor pretty quick. J is now finding out that his little tiny pieces of Lego have to be kept up off the floor (thank you!!) and played with on the table or in his room (thank you again!! now I don’t have to feel the sharp pain of a Lego piece getting stuck in my foot).

Although Hubby might feel differently I have to say Baby number two sure didn’t cure my desire to have kids. She is so awesome that I would do it again in a heartbeat (after I finish getting rid of the baby weight 😉 ).