Well, it was only a matter of time.
Having a baby, for me, is the ultimate in weightloss, as I don’t have crazy pregnancy cravings and have the miraculous transformation of all my lower body weight migrating up to help my baby belly grow. Obviously, this time of life with pleasantly rearranged weight distribution cannot go on forever post-baby. As I am breastfeeding Kristopher for longer than I did Gemma I’ve been able to hang on to the illusion of fitness for a solid 9 months, and I’m thankful for it.
However, this past weekend was a glaring reminder of that oft-ignored truth: thin does not equal fit. This is one of the few math equations I know I’m right on. Yes, you can BE thin and fit, but thinness on its own in no way implies fitness. Neither does apparent muscle, as this story will also indicate.
It all began innocently enough – we decided to buy a double stroller.
I have been lamenting the loss of my almost-daily walks in Ottawa, when I had only one child to cart around and two grocery stores, the library and a park in easy walking distance. In typical male problem-solving mode, Carl headed to the computer to research and purchase a double stroller for my walking pleasure. About six days later my lamenting was forced to an abrupt end when a gorgeous red double stroller made an appearance in my home.