Transformation Tuesday: 7 Weeks Postpartum
Do you know that old phrase “two steps forward, one step back” (or “one step forward, two steps back” as is more commonly used)? This saying comes from a story about a frog that was trying to climb out of a well. Apparently, every time he climbed two steps (hops?) in his attempt to get out, he fell back one step, making his forward progress extremely challenging.
I have been that frog since my last update.
The past seven weeks have been life-changing. Certainly the best seven weeks of my life. Being a mom to sweet Baby rUnladylike is more amazing than I could have ever imagined. She gives me so much joy, hope, purpose and love. My heart is so full.
Unfortunately, something else that’s been overly full is my appetite and my well of bad choices.
The Food Coma
My body bounced back relatively quickly after Baby rUnladylike was born. At three weeks postpartum, I had dropped 17 of the 29 pounds I gained during pregnancy and was feeling really good (you can see before and after pictures here). However, I’ve been that frog sabotaging my own forward progress during the past month. In truth, I’ve made NO progress when it comes to eating healthy, doing what I said I was going to do and continuing to shed my remaining baby weight. In fact, I’ve continued to eat enough to feed a small village on a daily basis and am exactly the same weight I was 3 weeks postpartum. At least that saves all of us from needing to see another photo without my shirt on for week seven. Ha!
I know what you’re going to say: Give yourself a break. Don’t be too hard on yourself. You just birthed a human. Don’t obsess about your weight during this special time. You are already at a healthy weight.
I agree with you 100 percent on all of those things. And thank you for your encouragement and gentle guidance.
But, this isn’t just finding myself face-down in a pan of brownies on occasion. This is something different.
This isn’t about a number on the scale or being obsessively focused on weight. It’s about making healthy choices for Baby rUnladylike and me that I can feel confident about and in control of. I haven’t been doing that.
Every week, I decide I’m going to get back on track. Then, after two good days of eating, I lose my marbles again and have to restart the vicious cycle. I don’t think I would even mind the stagnation in my progress physically if I was making healthier, portioned choices I could feel good about. I’m not proud of consistently eating nearly 3,000 calories a day. I don’t need that much to compensate for breastfeeding. Let’s be honest.
So here I am today, pledging to get back on track. Again. I’m hoping I can make it to the next update and tell you that my train stayed on the rails. I’m half-way through day one and have made good choices, so things are looking up.
Looking on the Bright Side
On the bright side, I’ve officially started working out again … luckily, something I’ve never needed motivation or a push to keep up. I decided to take a very conservative approach to returning to exercise, starting to walk only after the first four weeks had passed and then to introduce barre classes during the fifth week. I also decided to wait six weeks before running. (You can read my first official weekly training recap here.)
It feels great to be exercising again and to have clearance from my doctor to pretty much do everything, building back slowly and smartly. I’m hoping that starting my day with a workout will yield continued good choices throughout the day. I’m currently running three days per week (2-3 miles at a time), walking nearly every day with the stroller, cross training one to two days per week (elliptical and spinning which will start tomorrow) and attempting to strength train three times per week (I am SO sore from a session I did yesterday focused on glutes!). That will all be in an attempt to build back my running fitness and strength to run a strong fall half marathon (and then a strong marathon in 2018).
So there you have it. The ugly truth about my bad choices and the bright outlook of hope moving ahead because of the good ones. Whoever said running and health is a journey was never more accurate. We go through ups and downs and sideways turns. In the end, I know I’ll come out alright. So will any of you struggling with your fitness or food journey. xo