Mamavation Monday: Let the Hazing Begin

I posted this last Monday on Bookieboo, the mom-centric, healthy living site I write for... I've been blogging for Bookieboo for quite a while now and yet...I haven't exactly been participating fully. Granted, I was writing a book and recently came up for air with a completed manuscript and realized my house had gone to hell in the year I had my head buried in Baby F(Ph)at, but that's besides the point.

I wouldn't be here if I didn't believe in the message...or want to become a healthier mom...or think Leah was the cutest thing ever. Because I do.

(And she is.)

Frankly, I can't fathom the idea of losing 170 pounds. The thought is utterly beyond me. And that's probabably because my body is stubbornly holding on to much much less and my mind is stubbornly ignoring the little bits of Ben & Jerry's that get beyond the gate here and there and how much that little bit probably isn't helping...but still. I'm here. I wrote a flippin' book about it. And I'm still trying.

I don't plan to stop trying, either.

So here's the deal---I am officially planning to pledge to become a Mamavation sista. Sure, it might seem a bit backwards, what with already being a Bookieboo editor, and all. But I'm late for everything. The point is that I'm here.

And I'm not going anywhere.

Those of you who have been reading Aspiring Mama and my posts at Bookieboo know that I tell it like it is. If I have a good day, I tell you.

If I have a bad day, I tell you that, too.

Motherhood is not for the weak. my blog isn't for those who want the sugar-coated side of motherhood and fitness. Like right now? I could tell you that potty training is going great, my house is spotless,and I'm about to kick back and pop some fat-free bon bons or that I'm eating great and working out and sis boom bah but I won't because I'm not. (Well, I am eating great...but let's just say that if I had a treadmill in my living room, it would probably be doubling as a coat rack right now.) For me, it's all about relating. And that means clinking the sippy cup I'm holding for my kid with the moms I pass in the trenches.

It's another day. I'm ready.

Are you?

And wouldn't you know it? I got in. I'm a Sista. It's only been a week, but I can already tell you that this is going to be boatloads more fun than the nightmare of a sorority experience I had in college. So yes, I'm excited. And I can't wait to see what happens.