Ever-Expanding Mommy

It’s that time of the year when suddenly things don’t fit and the time when once again when I am getting dressed for work, everything I wear “makes me look fat”. Well, that’s what I made myself to believe. Until one day I just stood in front of the mirror and stared at myself from top to toe and *shock-horror*, it hit me that it’s not that I look fat, I am very well FAT. Thunder thighs, ever-expanding derriere and an eternally 3-month pregnant tummy rolled up in every 5 foot 1 inch of me!

I should have taken the cues that my Nasar has been giving me off late ie. "Mommy, you are cantik but you b*nt*t is sooo big!”. Which I promptly replied with “Big is beautiful you know, you silly boy!”. Those playful pinches I get from N on my spares, I suddenly realized, weren’t playful lovey pinches, but perhaps subtle hints from him that I have prospered horizontally and that I very well can’t use the “there’s just more for you to love, my dear” line on him anymore. Too much of anything is almost always never good, kan? To top that off, I’d even join in my sons’ laughter of amusement as they watch my derriere merrily jiggling away as I walk past them. I’d even entertain them with a little jig dance as a bonus finale, which always makes them roll on the floor with laughter. Yeah, mommy is Bozo the Clown, part-time, ain’t she?

But this cannot persist. I can't be entertaining the boys with my bum-jig for long can I? It’s not that I want to be rake thin or have a supermodel body to strut around KL with. But I hate to feel lethargic and unenergetic especially when I have two robust active boys to run around the house with; plus I do hope to live long. So it’s time to live healthily. It’s the time of year when I say to myself (again) that I should have listened to Ely; that it just takes some discipline and perseverance to be able to live through a diet and looking at how that radiant mommy is doing, even in her pregnant state, she is looking absolutely every inch a bomb!

So, I have decided to get myself into an exercise regime, if you could call it that and have been forcing my muscles to work after subuh every day instead of dashing back into the warmth of the comforter like I normally do. As far as food goes, I have put myself on a diet of some kind; which includes lots of steamed or grilled fish and truckloads of vegetables. And I mean truckloads, fit for a herd of cows!

Being the Melayu that I am, going without my rice, asam pedas, and masak lomak is absolutely torturous but what has to be done, has to be done. Needless to say, I am Ms Grumpy and Hungry these days. I can tolerate the exercise but I do miss my food! Nevertheless, I shall persevere and I shall munch those greens religiously until my sons say my b*nt*t is beautiful too!

So, here’s to Healthy Living Everyone!

Mooo!

*I wonder whether there are any G.I Janes left; or am I the only one left behind in this camp?