The help generously extended to me over the last three weeks is starting to taper off. David’s mom left yesterday after being on full-time Hailey duty for a week (thank you, Mema!) and my last meal from a friend is being dropped off this morning.
Even David has a late night or two lined up this week meaning I’ll be tackling bath and bed time solo with the girls for the first time. I’m not overly concerned about it because honestly, I feel spoiled rotten that I got to wait this long before handling it by myself.
Though I am incredibly grateful for all the assistance, I think I’m ready to move forward. I really thrive on routine and there really isn’t one right now. Since Kaitlyn is only three weeks old, I don’t see a pretty little schedule tied up in a pretty little bow being delivered to me any time soon. And that’s ok- I am not one to wish away these newborn days… I mean… LOOK…
Instead, I am trying to focus on what I can do to bring back a sense of normalcy. For me, that means healthy food.
I haven’t talked much about my postpartum body (yet– I’ll chat your ears off about it when I write my my one month postpartum update), but here’s a spoiler- the pounds aren’t coming off the same way they did after Hailey. Though the number doesn’t really concern me (I’m convinced most of those pounds now reside in my bra), the way I’ve been eating does. I’ve been overdoing the comfort food and can feel it. Casseroles, pizza, pastas… and though I’ll swear up and down I don’t have a sweet tooth, somehow I find myself snacking on the brownies, Oreo pie, homemade ice cream and other treats that have been dropped off. And by snacking on, I mean I ate 3 brownies one day and called it lunch.
I’m not being hard of myself, I actually think I look and feel pretty great for 3 weeks postpartum, but I know I’ll feel better both physically and mentally if I start taking more responsibility for what I’m putting into my body.
So yesterday as both girls napped, I took to the kitchen to prep some food for the week.
I made a simple Tabouli salad to put on greens.
I bought a rotisserie chicken and shredded it so it’s ready to be added to wraps or salads.
I boiled and peeled eggs to have a satiating snack ready to go.
I peeled and froze bananas for morning smoothies.
I washed spinach and salad greens, loaded up on almonds and even picked up a new oil and vinegar to use in a salad dressing for the week.
Nothing super fancy or spectacular, but after that hour in the kitchen, I felt a little of ‘me’ return- a sense of control in an otherwise chaotic stage of life. And I liked it.
I’m on such a high, I’m tempted to throw exercise right in there, too, but a little voice is telling me to hold back. I know my body is still recovering, so for the time being, I’m focusing on good eats instead of fast feets. (So sorry. I couldn’t resist.)
When life gets chaotic, what helps you regain a sense of control?
What is one thing in your life you really count on to make you feel like you?