So yeah, this is pretty much me in the mornings. Except with slightly less hair and maybe not as much blood. But the rest? Spot on.
What brings about such Zombie-ness, you ask? One word: Baby. Yes, my precious little love bug who is now 8 months old has not slept through the night, like, EVER. Never ever. And you know what that means, right? It means that Mama has not slept through the night in 8 months either. Not once. You know what I say to that? Grrrrrrrrroooowwwwllllll!
So, with all this non-sleeping going on, how’s a Mama supposed to look hot? I mean, really. No sleep is soooo not good for your skin. It’s also not good for your energy level (shock!), so bustin’ out those make-you-look-and-feel-great-workouts is pretty much a no-go. Sure, I slog through them when I can, but, yeah, the key is when I can.
Now, I could rant all day about my current state and about the fact that no sleep has left my once razor-sharp memory a pile of bubbly mush that sometimes releases a relevant fact or tidbit, but mostly leaves me saying “Now, who was that?” and “I came into this room why?”, but I have a feeling some of you have either been there or are currently there and can totally relate.
So what I’d like to do instead is focus on how to fix this issue. Aside from sleep training my baby (which I’ve been avoiding like the Swine Flu because it seems soooo mean), how can I make myself look like a member of the living, when I’m really just hanging by a thread? Here are my plans:
- Work out - I hereby promise to take some sort of stab at exercise at least 5 days out of the week, whether it be a walk, a cardio DVD or a free-weight stint in the basement home gym. Also, a few crunches wouldn’t hurt either, I ’spose.
- Eat better - Hmmm, seems as though this mission will go hand-in-hand with the above mission, eh? But here’s the thing: I’m not just going to start cutting things all willy-nilly and voraciously go after every veggie in sight because I know that doesn’t work for me. Instead, I intend to revert back to a diet I was put on while I had gestational diabetes, only I won’t be quite as strict with it. Basically, I’ll be limiting sweets and carbs. Hm. Shouldn’t we all be doing that anyway? And as a side note here, when I was on said diet during pregancy, my skin never looked so good. Never. Maybe you really ARE what you eat?!?
- Water myself - More water. Into my body. Each day. Of course, coffee remains my morning superstah, but I am pledging to chug an entire 17oz bottle of water between the time I get up (6:20am) and the time I return home from dropping the peeps off at school (approx 7:40). That ought to set the stage for water consumption (and bathroom usage) for the day, no?
- Remember moi - Being the best Mama/wife/employee you can be is so damn taxing, is it not? It’s exhilirating and challenging and exciting and wonderful and all those other warm fuzzy things, but it’s also taxing, goddammit. And, compared to many of my friends and acquaintances, I am veeeeeery low maintenance. I color my own hair at home (yea, seriously), I do my own manis and pedis and I don’t go to the gym. So yes, I save time and money, but I do deserve something a little special here and there, right? So I pledge that as I meet my goals above, I will remember ME and reward myself with little doo-dads like a fabulous nail color, a new book (purchased, not borrowed) or a stash of super cute undies. So there.
So, these are my plans to de-Zombiefy myself. Anyone else out there in my boat? Wanna rejoin the living with me? What are your plans for doing so? Let us know and we’ll cheer each other on!!




