Resolutions

Williamsburg, 2013

Last night, I think I was asleep by 10. Will and I always joke about "Joyless January," when we often give up booze, dessert, and basically anything delicious, trying not to overbook ourselves with dinners and brunches and parties.

I've definitely been looking forward to that clean slate feeling of a new year. My mood is so linked to how I feel physically, and I know that lately I've been dragging. Am hoping to finally use the gym in my building...as Axel gets closer to being half a year old, I'm feeling like my "But I just had a baby" excuse is ringing a little empty. I have visions of a return to yoga as well.

Recovering from having a baby has been a slow process, and I think it was really waylaid by going back to work so soon. Just as I was getting the hang of caring for a newborn, there was this new element thrown into the mix, and looking after myself came last. Then the unglamorous parts of the postpartum experience hit me like a truck (losing giant clumps of hair does wonders for your self-esteem, I tell you.)

It's funny because I now find myself romanticizing my pregnancy as the last time I felt fabulous, which is odd, isn't it?

Onwards and upwards, I guess?