Alright, how many of you are one of those women (or men) who are constantly saying "I'm going to start tomorrow," or "I'm going to start on Monday.." -which really means you're going to pig out all weekend and eat all of the chocolate and salty goodness that you can consume. I'm so guilty of this. In fact, I just did it this last weekend! But I'm sick and tired of continuously feeling like a fat failure.
This was me pre-pregnancy:
This was me post-pregnancy:
My 5'1" stature doesn't help!
I know it looks gross, and I know it's not a lot of change, but it's something. And something is better than nothing right?! I wasn't one of those women who only gain the baby belly weight. I gained weight in my flabby arms, my face, my hips, thighs, feet, toes- you name it, it got bigger. We wont even mention my hind end. I think I could balance a can of diet coke on this thing. Kidding, but it blew up like two balloons. No more Miss Me jeans, bye bye Buckle jeans- hello borrowed jeans from my mother and wearing my maternity clothes 4 months post-postpartum.
Here is the progress I've made in the last 4 months. I know it's not a lot, and I forget to remind myself that the weight isn't going to fall off all by itself.
Please, keep the rude comments to yourself. I already know that it looks gross. Hey, guess what?! I am the one living with it! If you don't like it- you can just click your little back button and never return!
Those of you who have been supportive and sweet, thank you. Your support keeps me going!
But wait! There is light at the end of the fat tunnel, and the fat train stops here. Last week I started Couch 2 5K (C25K), an app I found on my phone that is supposed to have you running a 5K in about 8 weeks. Now, running a 5K has never been a huge dream of mine. In fact, I used to absolutely despise running. Until I went through a horrible relationship, started my life over, and used running as my release. I fell in love. I found all kinds of new running music, music that made me want to run harder, faster. When I became pregnant, I stopped running, in fear that it would harm the baby. Then the morning sickness kicked in, which in reality was all day sickness. Morning, noon, and night. There was no break, I practically hugged the toilet, trash can, pot on the stove- whatever I was closest to- during the first 7 months of my pregnancy. And then I found a solution around the beginning of my second trimester. Food. As long as I continued eating, I wouldn't feel as nauseated. As long as I ate what I was craving, I usually could keep it down. Lucky me, I craved McDonalds, Taco Bell, and Buffalo Wild Wings. So I went from weighing about 125 pounds, to weighing 203 pounds on the day of my induction. It's okay if your mouth dropped open, but you can close it now.
As of now, I have lost about 30 pounds. No, I'm not a breast feeding mother, and no, the pounds don't just fall off of you- at least they didn't for me while I was breast feeding. So this means that I have about 40 pounds to go until I reach my goal weight- but I am trying really hard not to focus so much on numbers, but focusing instead on inches. Size 27 jeans, here I come.
For my operation #getfit, I will be using C25K and another app called MyFitnessPal.
So I encourage you, no- I challenge you to join us! And by us, I mean Brittney and I- look for Brittney's post soon! And, it's free! No need to buy those expensive shakes and drinks! Whether or not you use the C25K, Jillian Michaels, or yoga (or whatever), I challenge you to join us in operation #getfit! Follow us and tag us on Instagram, Twitter, and Pinterest! Show us how you're getting fit! Check back for daily posts, healthy recipes, tips, tricks, and more! Also, feel free to leave a comment or send us an email! We'd be glad to hear from you!
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