That is until recently.
I am now close to 8months post partum and I certainly do not have an excuse as to why the poundage is still on. Sure, after the baby I instantly dropped close to 30 pounds, but I've still been way over my pre-pregnancy weight.
I'm not going to begin to list excuses, valid or not.
I'm not living in the woulda, coulda shoulda mode either.
Though denial is oftentimes soft and cushy, I have to trade it in harsh reality.
So, that's just what I did. A reality show, if you will. You see, I watch The Biggest Loser. I become so enthusiastic and inspired during that two hour span, and after the show, of course I reach for that pint of ice cream. Defeated much?
If only I could go on the ranch and be whipped and prodded by Jill. Or Bob. I think I like Bob best. Anyway, SURELY I could do it that way. You know, portion control and working out at the gym 6plus hours a day. DONE DEAL, man.
But, that's not going to happen. So yeah, Ice cream here we go.
Well, that was the old me. The new me, well, re-invented me I should say is no longer that way.
I was beyond inspired by a contestant on the show, her name is Abby . After that horrible tragedy, I probably would have hid from the world forever, but she didnt. She continues on and most of the time you will find a beautiful smile on her face. This really hit me. Hard.
If she can do it, then by golly, so can I.
I have the reasons to right in front of me. It's no longer ALL about looking good. While that is a big part of it, it's a matter of feeling healthy and being around as long as I can for my husband and munchkindoodle. I am blessed to still have them in my life and a twinkie or double serving of pasta is not worth shaving years off my life. Not just that, but I want to be an ACTIVE part of my son's life...not a huffing, puffing lump of lard.
So, I decided October 31st would be the first day of the BEST of my life. I began a low carb meal plan, increased my water consumption and I walk with the munchkin a couple times a week. I also will begin the couch to 5k plan next week.
So far I've seen water weight leave, but what I feel best about is that I am rarely hungry because of the intervals that I am eating at. I haven't had heartburn since then and I've actually had an increase in energy.
I won't lie, I know I'll be eating sweets here and there and making some of the yummalicious Cuban food I adore, but I know my limits now.
I will nevermore hide in food.
I feel inspired.
I feel rejuvinated.
I feel good.
