Before Violet I was 125:
I gained 60-something pounds with Violet.
And got down to 133...
Then I got pregnant with Henry and everything went to hell.
Totally my fault. I have a very specific memory of ordering a fish burrito and then driving down the street to Wendy's and ordering a chicken sandwich, french fries and oh, wait! I'll have a cup of chilli too! And a Frosty! and then scarfing the whole thing down on my lunch break. Nobody to blame but myself. So I gained 65 pounds with him and got back down to the 140 area and never really went any lower.
Three months after Henry's birth.
Admittedly, I never really tried. 2012 was the worst year of my life. House fire, depression, marital drama. There was also The Great Steroid Weight Gain of 2012 (back fat pockets!) but still, I was kinda hoping the pounds would magically disappear. Alas, they are still here. Or were as of January 1st.
Slowly but surely the pounds are melting away. And when I say slowly, I really mean it. At 36 (in two weeks) my metabolism isn't what it used to be. Seven pounds in two-and-a-half months? Does that seem slow or am I impatient? Anyway, here is a photo Serge snapped over the weekend. Me at 135(ish) pounds. My lowest weight since Henry's birth. (I'm 5'3, by the way.)
If I'm going by the numbers I have ten more pounds to lose. But, I mean, shit. I'm never going to look like this again - and that's okay!
I might've been thin there but I wasn't very strong. I'm really focusing on strengthening my body so while numbers on the scale may stay the same hopefully I'll still lose a few more inches. We'll see how it all pans out. Point is, if I'm gonna get knocked up one last time I want to be in fighting shape. Need to be in fighting shape. As we all know, I'm not one of those glowing pregnant earth mamas. I mean, did you see the photo up there? With your eyes?
I have proven to be a ravenous, dangerous, puking, nightmare. This time I want to feel as good as possible while pregnant and I want to bounce back a lot faster than I did with Violet and especially Henry. If we get lucky enough to get pregnant sometime later this year I'll be 37 by the time I'm attempting to lose the weight.
I thought I'd share a couple things I've been doing each day to curb the snacking and also tell you about my workout. (I won't get into a whole food thing here although you can click on that link up there for my breakfast and snacking tips. I'm still pescatarian. Only fish for me. We have stir fry most nights. Shrimp stir fry, veggie stir fry, tofu stir fry. Serge gets his chicken fix when I go to yoga and he makes his own dinner.)
So, one thing that really helped motivate me was to stop trying to be a runner. There are a bunch of girls I grew up with that are big into running. They run marathons (while pregnant, even) and their bodies are in unbelievable shape (yes Marisa, I'm talking about you.)
I don't like running.
There. I said it. Running is not generally my thing. It made me dread the gym. So I switched over to the elliptical and I am making that thing my bitch for thirty minutes every morning. I'll eventually move up to 45 minutes and maybe longer but, for now, thirty minutes is doing me just fine. Some people like to do cardio at the end of a workout. I am not some people. By the end of my workout I am ready to die and so attempting cardio after lifting weights would be akin to trying to have tantric sex with Brad Pitt after giving birth. Not happening.
So kissing my bucket list marathon dream goodbye and no longer comparing myself to all the marathon machines I know was important. I'm not saying I'll never attempt it but getting my ass to the gym every day is more important right now and the running was bumming me out. Elliptical is great. Love it. It's a score for uncoordinated folks like myself who risk crashing and burning every time they step on a treadmill. I like to zone out while doing cardio. I can close my eyes and pump away on the elliptical. Try that on a treadmill and you'll be shot off the thing like a cannon in two seconds flat. Elliptical it is.
After that I do a three different ab exercises. Fifty repetitions each. Usually sit-ups, leg lifts while lying flat and the thing where you sit on your but with your legs in the air and swing a medicine ball from side to side. After that I do arms or legs, depending on the day. Arms one day, legs the next, Monday through Friday. I also try to get to yoga for an hour every Tuesday and Thursday night. And that's about it. I'm not being a maniac about it. Just doing some stuff to slowly burn off some fat and tone up my business. I don't want to push it or I'll start dreading going to the gym and so far, for the past three months, I've really been enjoying myself. For the most part. Let's not get carried away here. It's work. But still. I'm liking how I feel.
For the past two weeks, although I like how I feel generally, I've been really struggling. I feel sluggish at the gym. So, as inspiration, I thought I'd ask where you all are in your fitness routines? Mentally and physically. Feeling unhealthy and low? Working out but struggling? On an exercise high? What tips and tricks (like my switch to the elliptical) have you found in all your trial and error that has worked out for you? What's your routine? Do you do cardio at the beginning or end of a workout? Enlighten me.