I'm very goal-driven. Nothing can stop me, except a sick child. Not being able to take Eva to the childcare at the gym last week caused me to miss 3 workouts - a minor set-back.
A little background on my pre-pregnancy (and usual) weight: I was super-fit and had been for several years. At 5'11, I was/am usually long and lean, weighing 161-165 and wore a size 8. I love(d) to workout. Then I got pregnant and truth be told: I didn't break a sweat for the entire 9 months, for both pregnancies.
After my oldest daughter Eva was born, and I lost all the water weight, the scale read 190 at my 6 week postpartum appointment. Sheer panic. Nothing in my closet fit and I had never been overweight. I realized that I was wearing all those craving-induced ice cream calories on my hips. I immediately researched and found a local boot camp/tabata style workout class. Off I went, with Eva in-tow. After attending 3 times/week and eating clean, the weight came off. I was back down to my pre-pregnancy (and wedding) weight of 161. My friends joked that I popped the baby out and went back down to my usual size, before I left the hospital. I wish.
I'm here to tell you, that even though I'm usually fit and slim, I have weight issues. I have problem areas (hello, hips) and I'm 37 years old, 38 in June. I'm no spring chicken and I l-o-v-e to cook and eat. Being fit is fun, but it is work. Even for me.
Fast-forward 3 years to this past pregnancy with Amelia. I didn't invest in Blue Bell every night like I had done before, but I was still sitting at that same 190 mark at my 6 week postpartum visit. I couldn't believe it. I had made better food choices, yet there I was in disbelief. Sheer panic. Again. Unable to wear anything in my closet and unable to sign up for the same workout class (time constraints - it's over 25 minutes away), I immediately added Amelia to our local gym membership and started the HIIT classes right away.
Bam. 8 pounds lost. Fast.
Then Eva got sick. And I made some bad food decisions.
Five days passed. Last week has come and gone and I'm still sitting at the -8 mark.
Here I am, trying to figure out where to go from here. Amelia is almost 3 months old, and I keep reminding myself that by the time Eva was the same age, I had lost all my pregnancy weight. Sigh. Friends keep telling me to quit beating myself up, but I so want to fit into *those* skinny jeans. And wear a bikini and shorts with confidence now that summer is here in South Texas.
Today, I did what I do well - made a goal sheet with rewards. I don't reward myself with food-related cheat days. It's too easy for me to fall off that bandwagon. Instead, I reward myself with (materialistic) things. If I'm being honest, I'll tell you that new, pretty things motivate me in crazy ways.
My current weight is 184. I can't even believe that I typed that. My goal weight is 165. Pictured above are all the rewards for milestone weight goals in-between. Once I'm down to 180 pounds, I'll treat myself to a manicure and pedicure in a springy hue. At 172, my tush will be treated to fun pom-pom shorts. Once I hit my goal weight of 165, this Momma is getting a new fun bag. Ready, set, go. I'm off to they gym!
I'd love to know...
What drives you? What gets you to the gym?
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