© Sarah Lipoff 2011

Did I forget to mention we are heading south for a long weekend-get-away? Yeah, we are braving a short plane trip with the child to relax in the sun and sea – which means there will be swimsuits worn. This realization hit me pretty hard last night as I began to pack up our big overstuffed bag.

I will be wearing a swimsuit.


It’s the beginning of February and I’ll be prancing about along the beach in a swimsuit – and one that I let the husband talk me into buying last year. A two piece swimsuit.

I don’t know what I was thinking.

So, last night while I was standing in front of the mirror with the horrid thing on, I wondered if I had enough time to make a run to anywhere that sells swimsuits (in February) to purchase one that covers my entire body, or if I should just swim in long paints and a t-shirt or something.

Then, the fact sunk in that I will be leaving tomorrow for a VACATION. You know, that thing where you are supposed to relax, not worry about anything, have FUN – things that are a bit foreign to me lately.

I shoved that swimsuit in my suitcase and got over myself real fast. It’s not like I’m going to see any of these people ever again, right?

Bring it, beach.

Healthful Mondays: The holiday pounds

© Sarah Lipoff 2010

I put my jeans on the other day and they were tight. Not just a little tight, like shimmy on in and then do a couple of squats to stretch them out tight, but muffin-top tight. Thanksgiving was a blowout with cheese, sausage, stuffing, BREAD, butter, MORE BREAD, a good amount of mashed potatoes and gravy, and some cookies for dessert. I also made that cheesecake and ate my fair share. So, basically, I’ve packed on some holiday pounds.

It’s not just me. The husband has a little extra wiggle around the middle, too.

Now, how to get rid of the pounds? With Christmas in just a couple of weeks, I know there is more and more eating, along with a good amount of drinking, right around the corner.

I like doing yoga, walking, sitting, reading, and eating. Yoga happens if I’m lucky – and if the babe’s awake, most of that short yoga session is spent with her hanging on me or trying to imitate down-dog. I do spend a good amount of the day walking and moving about, but, I’ll be honest, I sure like sitting, reading, and eating.

I needed help and I needed it FAST! How do other mamas get rid of the extra pounds? If I start good healthy eating and exercise habits right now, maybe they’ll last through Christmas – and beyond!

My friends over at Momster had some fantastic ideas from real-life ladies dealing with the same thing. What I learned is there’s no way to shed the weight without putting forth some effort and and giving the whole shedding of pounds process a good amount of time. One mama suggested switching over to salad plates at meal times – awesome idea (although the hubs wont like it)!

Now I’ve got motivation for cutting back during meals, but what about getting my sweat on? It’s really hard to make time to exercise when you’ve got a wee tot, but I can’t keep using that as an excuse. And maybe there are some things I could be doing WITH the babe that I haven’t thought of.

I love Fitness Magazine and enjoy checking out what they have to say on the health front and found a fun article sharing winter ways to shed the holiday pounds. Along with great ides, they included calorie counts for some of my favorite treats, which also put things a bit in perspective, too.

So, instead of spending loads on a gym membership, I’m going to strap the babe into the baby-back-pack and head out on a brisk hike – and drag the hubs with me. Although there’s no snow in my neighborhood to shovel, spending an afternoon weeding and raking the leaf-ridden yard will also burn tons of calories!

What’s your secret for beating the holiday bulge?

The Swim Lesson

We survived our first swim lesson on Sunday. There were a few questionable moments, but in the end, fun was had by all. My daughter didn’t scream her head off, and I didn’t turn and run when it was time to get into the pool.

As we drove to the community center, I will admit to being a bit anxious about the impending doom of revealing my ultra-white length of skin to others – especially some potential hotty-hot moms out there. I live in an area where some new moms are able to afford a personal trainer, and long days at the spa enduring body shrinking treatments. So, the pressure was high. My jiggling thighs are no match to 30-something-yoga-mom.

Walking up to the tot lesson, all the moms were already in the pool. Of course, we were late, so I was the last mama to disrobe and hop in. Instead of all eyes on me, mommies and daddies were busy engaging their children in the big pool – desperately keeping their kiddos from being “that one” that screamed and screamed.

Amazed at my luck, I grabbed the babe, jumped in, and got busy. We floated, kicked, jumped around in circles, and placed our ears in the water – although my daughter has NO idea where her ears are. No tears were shed, and no fellow mama gave me the “up-and-down” look of disapproval.

I’m already looking forward to next week.

The dressing room

Trying on swimsuits can deplete even a hotty’s body image. Who knows anyone that goes into a dressing room with a selection of swimsuits and comes out prancing about all proud of their selection? I sure don’t. And, if you do, make sure NOT to bring them along when you decide it’s time to venture into the world of swimsuits.

I signed my baby up for swim classes because my good friend signed her daughter up and using the excuse that I haven’t worn a suit in over three years just didn’t seem to hack it. Even for me, the master of excuses, I knew I had to do it. I had to get over it and buy a swimsuit.

Not only did I set off on the swimsuit purchasing venture with the baby in tow, but also the husband. I wanted to go at it alone, but there is no one (NO ONE) more critical and honest than my husband. If a swimsuit passes his test, then I know I wont be making a fool of myself when I am forced to jump into the kiddie pool with all the other moms during swim class.

After trying on hundreds and millions of suits – well, really about 10, I made a selection and the husband gave my choice a somewhat favorable nod. I couldn’t believe it. The amount of pasty white skin shining back at me was almost blinding. But, I was determined. I WOULD wear a swimsuit and be proud – kind of.

With my purchase tucked under my arm, I even braved the though of laying out in my new swimsuit on a sunny afternoon to lightly bronze my extra-white skin. But then the fear of one of my neighbors seeing me brought me back to reality.

Do you think anyone will look at me funny if I wear my clothes in the pool?

*notice there isn’t a picture to accompany this post. I’m not sure if I’m ready for a swimsuit photo shoot quite yet.