Next month my son will be a year and a half and it's official....I can no longer use pregnancy as an excuse for being overweight. I have 15-20 lbs left to lose and it is time that I took responsibility. I can't even get away with calling it baby weight anymore...at this point it's just weight, baby. So as some added motivation, ok more like motivation/shame, I have decided to post a ticker on the blog with the amount of weight I have left to lose before I get back to my pre-baby number of 120lbs. It's embarrassing but it'll get me motivated because if a month from now the number hasn't gone down....I'll be twice as embarrassed as I am now. Hah. Well....not so hah. It's tough being a mom, and it tough going from a size 4 to a 12, and by tough I mean freakin' impossible and headachy. But health is the most important gift I can give myself and it's time for me to come out of my new mom shell and get back into shape. I'm absolutely petrified of showing up at my first yoga class in 2 years and barely being able to touch my toes. I hate that I'll be huffing and puffing in a cardio class I was once asked to teach. And the sight of me back on the treadmill will be laughable. But before I delve too much into desperation I'll try to keep in mind that some things have gotten better.
I have these newly buff arms, thanks to 30lb car seats and balancing diaper bags, shopping bags, and baby. I also have a new persistence to push past plateaus and block out distractions, thanks to wrangling my son through countless grocery store meltdowns while simultaneously trying to pay and smile. And most importantly I have a new found respect for the physical endurance my body is capable of...something that only pregnancy, labor, and post delivery complications could have taught me. SO I'm going to flex these awesome looking biceps, ignore the sad sight of my midsection, and get this booty doing squats all the way to the gym. I'm also probably going to have to start eating like a grown up again. Sucks.
I have these newly buff arms, thanks to 30lb car seats and balancing diaper bags, shopping bags, and baby. I also have a new persistence to push past plateaus and block out distractions, thanks to wrangling my son through countless grocery store meltdowns while simultaneously trying to pay and smile. And most importantly I have a new found respect for the physical endurance my body is capable of...something that only pregnancy, labor, and post delivery complications could have taught me. SO I'm going to flex these awesome looking biceps, ignore the sad sight of my midsection, and get this booty doing squats all the way to the gym. I'm also probably going to have to start eating like a grown up again. Sucks.
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