Oh hi...it's me, Leigh!

I've learned that giving birth sends me into a hormonal tailspin of personal neglect. I know that I'm not the only woman out there that falls victim to this. Sure, there are those ladies that bounce right back and have tons of energy and look great. I bet that these are the same women that had zero morning sickness and only gained 2 pounds while pregnant.

Not me. No, I am complete mess at the end of pregnancy and even more of a mess afterwords. It seems like I turn into a shadow of who I once. I have no motivation to take care of myself. It took two years after giving birth to my first son to be ready to lose the baby weight. These days a shower is not something that happens for me. I take a cat bath, put on new undies, spritz a little Coco Chanel perfume on my pits, put a hat on, and run out the door. I make vain attempts to rectify the situation but inevitably, I end up back at the bottom of my own list.

Well, yesterday, I found myself taking better care of myself. It was an accident really. I somehow ended up in a chair at the Bobbi Brown counter getting a makeover. Of course, I almost fell asleep right there in Belk as a 20 year old smeared moisturizer on my face and declared that my skin was "scary dry". It didn't matter though, I was doing something for me. Not even a skinny judgemental 20 year old could steal that moment from me.

My mom splurged and bought me this make up.
I actually put some on yesterday and felt pretty
for the first time in 8 months.

Then, in a haze of exhaustion I had a weak moment the other day
I ordered the Crunchless Abs DVD after watching an infomercial about it.
It came in the mail yesterday. I'm actually going to do a 10 minute workout
while my baby naps this afternoon.
I also didn't eat one bite of my son's
leftover Birthday cake yesterday.
It had become a problem, I mean,
I left a knife in the box of cake and would just take
a little slice here and there as I walked by all day long.
Before I knew it,I had eaten 1/4 of the cake in 2 days.
Not cool fatty!
Not yesterday though...
I took the knife out of the box!

Then, last night before I went to bed
I somehow found myself washing my face.
I also opened this awesome night creme that
Roger got for me as an anniversary gift-in May!
I finally took off the wrapping
and smeared this stuff all over my face.

As I sprawled out in bed reviewing my day
and saying my prayers last night I realized
that I had accidentally pampered myself.
It felt good.
Perhaps I'm having an awakening.
Perhaps I'm done hydroplaning on my hormones.

Leigh is coming back!