Did you watch the Grammy awards the other night? Unsurprisingly, I fell asleep after Paul McCartney (so bummed I missed the Macklemore marriage performance/ceremony) but from what I heard, I didn’t miss much else that was worth watching.
In a nutshell, pop-rocker P!nk blew everyone away with her circus acrobatics and suspension escapades. Pretty much set the bar at a new high for pop musicians. In comparison, Katy Perry’s performance was pretty ordinary.
Instead of being totally inspired by P!nk, though, I have to admit I was a bit envious. I’m a mom, she’s a mom. And yes — it’s her job (and not my job) to perform. But when I read interviews where the reporter’s all “P!nk, you’re balancing music and motherhood — how do you do it?!” I have to roll my eyes. No real mom — one who has a job, or is a fulltime mother and therefore has to care for at least one child while keeping up with bills and chores — could ever have the time or finances to reach the level of P!nkness that P!nk has achieved since birthing her daughter Willow.
I’m not blasting it out on social media sites, but I’m pregnant. Really, really pregnant. Gonna-pop-out-that-baby-in-two-weeks pregnant. So time to exercise is scarce. Not only am I pregnant, but I am a mom of a little toddler. And in recent weeks, I’ve “scaled back” to just being a mom with one job (freelance writing and guitar teaching is on hold because I can hardly move!). Still, I barely have enough time to work out 4-5 times a week. I use the term “work out” loosely. Sometimes it’s a 40-minute Skype session with my trainer or an hour-long Pilates class; other times it’s 15 minutes on the treadmill in my jeans because there isn’t enough time to change AND get 15 minutes in before I have to pick up my son from daycare.
I wish magazines like People and Us Weekly featured the occasional “real” woman, post-pregnancy. The one who has little to no help in raising her kids, stresses over money, and can’t afford a personal trainer.
I worked my butt off to lose the baby weight for #1, therefore I feel my results were more inspiring than P!nk’s or Gwen Stefani’s or any other celeb’s results. Still, I’ll never get to try circus acrobatics because they require so much time. I doubt I’ll get to run another marathon before 40 (thank God for jogging strollers!). Perhaps I will get to do another 10K, maybe even a half marathon. One can only hope.