So. I want to lose 10 pounds of baby weight by the end of the summer.
I kept in pretty good shape through my pregnancy! I did yoga very regularly and walked everywhere. My eating habits are pretty darn good, too. But, still, I gained 35 pounds. 2o of that came off right away, and then 5 more were sweat into the bed in the first week or two after his birth. That was great! I had never undergone such a physical change so quickly. There were days when I looked into the mirror and said things like, “I can’t believe I EVER thought I needed to lose a single pound before pregnancy!” After all those weeks of growing bigger and BIGGER, I felt so tiny in those first weeks after labor and delivery.
That said, my skinny feelings are over. Like, really over. Nothing fits. I have a closet full of pretty dresses that won’t zip over my anything. I have a shelf full of size 28 jeans that can barely fit around my ample thighs. It’s not horrible. It’s not earth-shattering. It’s certainly not a deep and meaty thing to talk about… but it I do feel a little disheartened.
I am stoked to be a mom, but I want to be a hot mom! I want to be a mom with something that resembles my old body. I realize that I’ll have a little bit of extra that requires me to wear my Spanks a little more often, but I at least want my dresses to zip.
SO! With all of this in mind, I have eaten my last almond croissant for a while and I am getting down to business with proper eating. I’m sure that I’ll feel like eating the floor often enough, and I’m also sure that I’ll let myself eat the floor since I am breast-feeding a boy who is above the 95th percentile for size… but the floor had better be made of whole grains, veggies, and lean proteins. No more fish and chips from Ivar’s, no more sneaking cookies, and no more rationalizing french toast for breakfast.
I am also glad to have the green light to work out to my heart’s content again. Mind you, my heart’s content isn’t all that much… it’s usually just enough.
To help my workouts, I have made a promise to myself to be more outdoorsy. We live in the Pacific Northwest, and this is absolutely stunning country. When I moved here, it was my intention to get more in touch with my love of nature. I had lost touch with the land after all of those years living in New York City! It can’t be helped! So I figured I’d get back in touch with mother nature in the Olympics and the Cascades, no problem. Yet, I’ve been here for two and a half years now and have only been on ONE single hike. It’s just hard to get moving in the great outdoors when you’re a total downtown dweller with no car.
I vocalized all of this to a friend recently, and she let me know that she too needs to be more outdoorsy! AND! She actually has a car.
We made a date to head out to our first hike today with another girlfriend in tow! It wasn’t a huge hike, but it was still a pretty impressive feat for our first time out. We hiked the trail to Rattlesnake Ledge, which is 4 miles, roundtrip, and about a 1200 foot elevation gain.
Axelrod rode in his Ergo carrier, which is so perfect for longer walks. He fared pretty well! I had to stop in the middle of the climb to nurse him. Once we got to the summit point, I changed him like a big brave hippie with all of these totally stunning views around us. Then, he lay there on the rock with us, wide eyed. He really loves being outside in the sunshine! He gets so alert and I wonder just what he can see out there. He always cries when I pick him up to move to our next destination. I love that he can sit still and enjoy himself so much, and don’t take a moment of that peace for granted.
On the way down the mountain, he got a little difficult and I figured out how to nurse him in his Ergo while hiking down the mountain. I felt very proud of myself, like the La Leche League should give me a special advanced nursing badge or something. And now? I guess I’m fully a PNW mom.
I did learn a few things for our next hike. Like!? Maybe I should have had pants and booties on the baby to keep his little legs and feet away from all of those mosquitos. And maybe I should have brought a banana with me, because I sure wanted one. Maybe I should have brought a little pad for him to lay on (though laying on the Ergo seemed to make him happy enough). But we did a pretty good job, and boy am I ever tired tonight.
And, all that diet talk aside… and I totally ordered a beer when we went out for lunch after our hike. Gosh, was it ever deeeelicious.
Burping on the trail