Monday, November 8, 2010

There's only room for one person of girth in this house...I was here first!


My wife is a petite lady...when she's not pregnant.

On the other hand, she's married to a man about a ham biscuit away from shopping at the 'big and tall' men's shop, and I'm only 5 foot 7...so it's sure not for the 'tall' part. We are finding the logistics of having two people in the house of considerable girth a rather unpleasant experience. Again.


Mrs. Tony C has done a wonderful job not gaining as much weight this go around as she did with our first child. I'm convinced the reason we have a red haired 3-year old is directly connected to the mass quantities of watermelon consumed by her mother while she was processing in her womb. If watermelon futures were an actual commodity traded in Chicago, there would have been some rich people made in 2007.

Still, pregnancy does by very nature expand a person even in the best of weight management conditions. I'd love a reason to just be fat. Actually, I have a reason, and it's called being static. Sure I could throw out the usually culprits of excuse like I'm big boned, have an inactive thyroid, or conspiracy theories on high fructose corn syrup, but the fact is my big old butt is the only thing inactive. I'm not in the game anymore.

Mrs. Tony C would confirm that I'm not really a big eater. I occasionally splurge on ice cream (my food vice) or have an Oreo binge once in a blue moon, but for the most part, the problem isn't food. I went from being a multi-sport high school athlete, to a competitive power lifter, to a US Marines, to being a professional desk jockey. That's not an excuse...it's actually a reason for me to be more active. Working a desk job is way more stressful than you might think, but then that's a different blog post all together.

So I'm fat and Mrs. Tony C is 8.5-months pregnant. We've gone from spooning before we fall asleep each night to something that resembles the yin-yang symbol...




Or maybe closer to the Greek letter phi... Either way, it's just not as intimate as before being pregnant. But then again, I guess that's how we got back to being pregnant. But, I digress...

I've made an additional vow with my wife that I will put forth maximum effort to lose weight with her after the baby is born. I know I'm not in my twenty's anymore, or even my thirty's, and the task is not going to be easy. But it's just darn embarrassing when both parents have to ask the toddler to help with putting their socks on in the mornings. Lord knows I'd never ask the teenager.

So look for a slimmer, sexier Tony C next summer my dear readers. I won't bore you with the play-by-play details of the quest. There are too many inspiring people out there who do a much better framing job on that story than I ever could. I just want to be able to once again share the same side of the booth with my lovely wife, go horseback riding, kayaking, or ride a teeter-totter together in the park without launching her into low Earth orbit. I want to climb into bed and snuggle up close to my smoking hot wife and spoon with my love on a frosty night...

Wait a minute! I've got to make an appointment with a urologist ASAP!

8 comments:

Michelle said...

Good luck! I say start now because by January...she's going to have a HUGE head start on you when the baby is out.

You are SO not 5 foot 7...you and Nate and your made up heights. (eye roll)

Miranda Lukens said...

Can you take Jeff to the urologist with you??!! 2 for 1 discount. hehe

Miranda

Tony C said...

Who would make up being 5-7 Michelle?! I know I'm short...no Napoleon complex here.

Miranda, tell him I'll drive if he'll bring two bags of frozen peas for the ride home...ouch.

Tracy said...

I originally read this via email, so I couldn't see the pictures. Found your comment "We've gone from spooning before we fall asleep each night to something that resembles the yin-yang symbol..." extremely funny.

Miranda said...

If you can talk him into it...I will drive AND buy you both a case of peas!! LOL! I've already told him either you do it or I'm gonna give you one of those homemade Lorena Bobbit jobs. hehehehehehe jk.

David-FireAndGrace said...

Just think, about the time your vitality returns from hitting the gym, snip! Life is full of paradoxes.

Jeff said...

I was laughing at this so hard and my big ol' belly was jiggling so violently half the stuff on my desk is now on the floor. My kids even thought we were having an earthquake.

Anonymous said...

OMG! That had us all in the office busting a gut (no pun intended)!

Good luck with the new addition and the new vow Tony C!

Brenda