Last week me and my sisters went to get a small tattoo, something we have talked about for years but never really put into action and now that life recently gave us another sign that it can be over before you know it we decided to go for it. Although I am super happy with the result I did have a small (understatement) eye-opener in the tattoo shop when we were trying to decide where to put it.
My actual plan was to put the thing on my side, kind of just under your bikini strap. I had seen some beautiful pics of tattoos there on Pinterest and was convinced that this would be the place. Yeah…Until the guy from the shop put the ink sticker there to see if I liked it and I had to look in the mirror with my shirt up. And then it hit me, because my body was far, far away from what it used to be. The only thing I could think was “my god, it´s almost summer, I need to put on a bikini soon” and I didn´t even really see the tattoo trial there. Since I didn´t like what I saw and since I might have more kids some day which will probably provide me with some more additional permanent kilo´s (who-ever says it´s super easy to get all the pregnancy kilo´s away is lying, I can so imagine that after every pregnancy your zero becomes 2 kilo´s above the original zero), I decided my side was not the way to go and I went for the safer ankle instead.
But what I did take away from that tattoo adventure was that it´s time for some serious action, some serious plan bikini or whatever you want to call it. I have to admit that although I am quite sporty and in a normal week would work out 3 times a week (ok, maybe one of these workouts turns usually out in touching a few machines and then sprinting to the sauna of the gym), I have been way too easy on myself for the last 9 months. I did fit into my normal clothes quite soon after the bichin was born, a lot of people mentioned things like “Oh you got your figure completely back already, good for you!”, and our scale at home is out of batteries (yes we could replace the batteries, but hey denial is so much easier) so I was kind of ignoring what was under the clothes. Also when you´re breastfeeding it´s so much easier to be impressed by the 2 additional cup sizes you suddenly have than to look at the rest, so I apparently chose to stay in this happy, denial bubble.
But that´s going to change today! Yes I fit in my clothes again but honestly what´s under the clothes is a bit depressing and I would hate to get into a bikini right now. Yes in clothes I might seem to have my old figure back but under the clothes it´s a mess of dancing fat and my tummy which used to be my flat pride now might suggest a second kid on the way (and let´s not get into my (lack of) breasts after I st opped breastfeeding). Ok I know that some of you might claim that I shouldn´t whine because my body did a miracle, carried a baby blabla. And yes I am super grateful for that miracle but (call me egoistic that I also care about more than just the bichin, sorry) I refuse to use that miracle any longer as an excuse to not get my shit together and get back in shape. So from today on, done with the excuses and bring on the real workouts and healthier eating, I have a bikini to wear in a couple of weeks.