Back in May, at just 7 weeks post-partum, I embarked on a quest to lose the last 15 or so pounds I had on my body after being pregnant and giving birth. It would be no problem! Heck, back in 2003, I lost almost 25 pounds just by watching what I was eating- I barely exercised. I tracked my daily food intake and had weekly weigh-ins and measurements, all of which I recorded in beautiful charts and graphs in Excel. I could totally do it again!
I’ve gained about 5 lbs since then. So if you’re doing the math, that’s now 20 pounds I need to lose to get back to my pre-Maggie weight, not to mention the 5-10 pounds I had put back on over that year before I got pregnant.
Until today, I hadn’t even opened my spreadsheet since June 4. That’s 2 months, my friends. *hangs head in shame* It’s hard enough for me to find time to work out let alone track my food and measure myself and actually WRITE DOWN all those numbers. I used to love doing stuff like that… but I can barely remember to go grocery shopping these days.
That doesn’t mean I haven’t been working. Oh no! For the last month, I’ve been making a concerted effort to do some sort of physical activity at least 2 days each week. That may not sound like much, but for me, that’s a lot. And I have to start slow, partly because I get easily overwhelmed if I have to do something Every Day (I like to know I can take a break if I’m too tired or need a day off), and partly because I just don’t have the time to dedicate to a daily workout, what with all of the Baby Taking-Care-Of and the Work Thing and all that. If I can’t do anything during the day, I wait until Dan gets home and we go for a walk through our neighborhood. Not a long walk, but a good 20 minutes with hills and a 12-lb baby girl strapped to my front in the Baby Bjorn. I started off doing Pilates during the day, but quickly realized I needed more cardio. So instead, I’ve been doing 15 minutes on the exercise bike (with the movable arms, so I get a good sweat!) Again, not long, but in 15 minutes I’ve been going at least 6 miles, which is a pretty good distance (I think the little digital thing says I’m going about 25-30 mph)
Here’s a screenshot of my Google Calendar where I keep track of my workouts (THAT I can remember to record!)
(You can also see all of the various meetings and crap I’ve had the last 2 weeks, fun fun!)
The bad news? Today I weighed myself, and I’ve lost 1 lb. In a whole month. BLAH. And I measured myself, and apparently my boobs and my waist have gained an inch (WTF?), my hips are the same, my thighs have lost 0.5 inches (yay!) and my arms have stayed the same.
The good news? I feel like I look better. Even if I don’t. And Dan said the other night that he noticed I was looking ‘tighter’, whatever that means. It’s a compliment, right?
The moral of the story is: it’s so much harder to lose weight after having a baby. Everyone tells you this, but you never believe them. You think, yeah right, you’re just a lazy piece of crap who’s using the baby thing as an excuse. But really? They’re right. Two years ago if I’d spent a month working out like I just did, I would probably have lost 10 pounds. Instead, I lost 1.
But I will not get frustrated. Which is why I’m hardly going to record my weight and measurements, maybe every few weeks, but that’s it. I’m just going to keep moving forward, working out when I can and thinking about what I’m stuffing in my face.