Comments on: FatBrain Strikes http://theexcellentadventure.com/elementalmom/2006/05/05/fatbrain-strikes/ Tue, 06 Jan 2009 13:39:36 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.5 By: Dana http://theexcellentadventure.com/elementalmom/2006/05/05/fatbrain-strikes/#comment-181 Dana Tue, 09 May 2006 02:34:00 +0000 http://theexcellentadventure.com/elementalmom/?p=56#comment-181 And then comes middle age spread. It's never-ending. As my daughter's eye doc said, "After you're six months old, it's all down hill from there." Sigh. Dana And then comes middle age spread. It’s never-ending.

As my daughter’s eye doc said, “After you’re six months old, it’s all down hill from there.”

Sigh. Dana

]]> By: Laura http://theexcellentadventure.com/elementalmom/2006/05/05/fatbrain-strikes/#comment-180 Laura Sun, 07 May 2006 19:17:00 +0000 http://theexcellentadventure.com/elementalmom/?p=56#comment-180 yep this is exactly where i'm at too. well except my pre-pregnancy clothes don't fit me anymore. for 2 years i resisted buying larger clothing sizes, telling myself i would have to lose weigh rather than buy bigger stuff, but i just splurged on some last week because i am tired of having nothing comfy to wear. i'm stunned at my weight number...never weighed this much in my life outside of pregnancy...and just can't believe that things I wore last summer aren't buttoning this summer. it's definitely the lack of exercise. and now that i'm not nursing, eating more calories became habitual except now my body's not burning them like it used to when making milk. i see what bubba means about acceptance leading down a slippery slope. i also see needing some place to rest between hating your body and being kind to yourself. mixed somewhere in there is mourning the loss of maiden and accepting or acknowledging our new form, new role. in a society practically void of rites of passage, we find ourselves one day transformed into mothers without a process for the emotional/spiritual body to fully grok what was happening. obviously the physical body has a process, 9 months gestation, and then voila, mama has a new body, but our brains sometimes aren't clued into what that means. let's create some kind of ceremony, to welcome the new and say goodbye to the old, shall we? i say it's never too late, even 2 kids later, to just mark this passage with a ritual. i try to wrap my head around the emerging butterfly image, to remind myself how beautiful this body is, and i am grateful for your reminder that this curvier body means successful reproduction of the species. it's so hard to get past the maiden glorification...hell for me even, I am trying to date (maiden activity) with the mama body/brain and with child attached...wacky reversal of sequence...no wonder things are so screwy in our society, when we make choices way way out of the natural flow of life stages. makes me start to understand why dating feels so blah to me (so many other things a mother needs to do) and yet mother without mate needs to continue to seek mate to preserve the survival of her family. and if our friggin' culture revered mother's bodies like they do the maidenform then it might be a hella lot easier! sorry for jamming up the comment box...off to my own blog to continue the thought process.... yep this is exactly where i’m at too. well except my pre-pregnancy clothes don’t fit me anymore. for 2 years i resisted buying larger clothing sizes, telling myself i would have to lose weigh rather than buy bigger stuff, but i just splurged on some last week because i am tired of having nothing comfy to wear. i’m stunned at my weight number…never weighed this much in my life outside of pregnancy…and just can’t believe that things I wore last summer aren’t buttoning this summer.

it’s definitely the lack of exercise. and now that i’m not nursing, eating more calories became habitual except now my body’s not burning them like it used to when making milk.

i see what bubba means about acceptance leading down a slippery slope. i also see needing some place to rest between hating your body and being kind to yourself. mixed somewhere in there is mourning the loss of maiden and accepting or acknowledging our new form, new role. in a society practically void of rites of passage, we find ourselves one day transformed into mothers without a process for the emotional/spiritual body to fully grok what was happening. obviously the physical body has a process, 9 months gestation, and then voila, mama has a new body, but our brains sometimes aren’t clued into what that means. let’s create some kind of ceremony, to welcome the new and say goodbye to the old, shall we? i say it’s never too late, even 2 kids later, to just mark this passage with a ritual.

i try to wrap my head around the emerging butterfly image, to remind myself how beautiful this body is, and i am grateful for your reminder that this curvier body means successful reproduction of the species. it’s so hard to get past the maiden glorification…hell for me even, I am trying to date (maiden activity) with the mama body/brain and with child attached…wacky reversal of sequence…no wonder things are so screwy in our society, when we make choices way way out of the natural flow of life stages. makes me start to understand why dating feels so blah to me (so many other things a mother needs to do) and yet mother without mate needs to continue to seek mate to preserve the survival of her family. and if our friggin’ culture revered mother’s bodies like they do the maidenform then it might be a hella lot easier!

sorry for jamming up the comment box…off to my own blog to continue the thought process….

]]> By: v http://theexcellentadventure.com/elementalmom/2006/05/05/fatbrain-strikes/#comment-179 v Fri, 05 May 2006 18:23:00 +0000 http://theexcellentadventure.com/elementalmom/?p=56#comment-179 Hey L, As usual, I love what you wrote, and it all feels familiar. I was a mother when I was still a girl, and that identity is the only one I seem to have. And all the time I hear, “Wow, you look great,” (with the unspoken tagline: “for having ten kids.”) Well, the truth is, great compared to what? Though I’m glad they’re not telling me I look awful, I just look like me. I hear what you’re saying about the loss of fitness, and I can imagine that. Since I never was buff I never had to endure the loss of it…. but your healthy body has never been anything but an ally. It’s taken a different shape now, one ideal for this particular challenge of motherhood. And in any form, you are still beautiful. Love, v Hey L,
As usual, I love what you wrote, and it all feels familiar. I was a mother when I was still a girl, and that identity is the only one I seem to have. And all the time I hear, “Wow, you look great,” (with the unspoken tagline: “for having ten kids.”) Well, the truth is, great compared to what? Though I’m glad they’re not telling me I look awful, I just look like me. I hear what you’re saying about the loss of fitness, and I can imagine that. Since I never was buff I never had to endure the loss of it…. but your healthy body has never been anything but an ally. It’s taken a different shape now, one ideal for this particular challenge of motherhood. And in any form, you are still beautiful. Love, v

]]> By: Bubba http://theexcellentadventure.com/elementalmom/2006/05/05/fatbrain-strikes/#comment-178 Bubba Fri, 05 May 2006 16:48:00 +0000 http://theexcellentadventure.com/elementalmom/?p=56#comment-178 Beware the demon "acceptance". That leads to inclusion in the Mount BubbaManJaro Club. I don't like this club. It's painful. I'd HATE to see you join me. Beware the demon “acceptance”.

That leads to inclusion in the Mount BubbaManJaro Club.

I don’t like this club. It’s painful. I’d HATE to see you join me.

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