I had not factored in the regular exhaustion that I feel from a regular day sans treadmill. I want to fall over today. I was up at 6:15am, was at the gym by 7:15am, and my early morning ambition was truly inspiring. I was all running and blasting Kelly Clarkson “WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU MAKES YOU STRONGER, STAND A LITTLE TALLER, I AM SO AWESOME, LOOK AT ME GO!!” and right now, at 4:14pm, I am cursing my early morning self. Because that ambitious idiot forgot that being a Mom is fricken hard work dude. I almost fell asleep changing Kinsey’s diaper! HER DIAPER! I let my eyes close and then I jolted and was like “What! Ah! What’s going on!” I went to get coffee at 2pm. I painted my nails hoping that the fumes would awaken some sort of chemical headache that would prevent me from dosing off. Kinsey is napping. I know the rule is to nap when your baby naps, but if I go to bed right now, I promise you, I will be dead to the world. Operation Heidi Klum means that I will always be tired…at least for the next couple of weeks while my body adjusts. Secondly, Operation Heidi Klum would have been way easier in New Jersey, because this altitude is a real piece. The other day, I shared with Bryant that I was having dizzy spells. I was nervous to even share it because of the whole pregnancy syncopy problem. Then it dawned on me just yesterday morning, I’m like a million miles above sea level and I am trying to embody all that is Heidi. Thirdly: I am going to be real pissed off if this pudge has taken permanent residence on mah belly. Because really, what is the point of getting up at 6:15am if there is no Victoria Secret Model like reward? (P.S. I am half joking here. I recognize that this is all incredibly ambitious. Let it be known that I am completely open to the idea of a tummy tuck post baby numero dos.) And you know what, judge me all you want, but I don’t believe there is anything wrong with wanting to feel good about yourself. Moms’ give up on themselves. They go into pregnancy feeling all fabulous, then they come out of it feeling like they just traded down to a lifetime of sweatpants and horrible mom jeans and bobby haircuts. Don’t let yourself give up Mama’s. You hang in there. You Operation Heidi Klum the shit out of that treadmill. But when 4:15pm rolls around and you are ready to shoot yourself, just remember, YOU ARE WORTH IT.