It’s been a while since I wrote an update on my diet and exercise journey. This blog also publishes each post I make to my Monster Mama Facebook page and Twitter account. The last time I posted an accountability update, someone sent a private message to the Facebook account saying: “I don’t want to embarrass you by publicly commenting this, but you should know that your personal fitness journey isn’t really parenting material. It doesn’t go with the rest of your content, you should probably save that for a personal blog.”
I did not bother responding, because I had nothing nice to say. To me, regaining some control over my body and myself is an integral part of parenthood. It makes me a better parent. I am stronger, healthier, more confident, and overall more fit. It helps me to keep up with my son, to directly relate to parenting, as well as helping me to have an activity where I can release my stress – something I think is absolutely paramount to being a good parent.
For me, stress causes anxiety. If I’m unlucky enough, I don’t catch the stress in time, and it’s already built up past where the ‘tools’ I have to prevent an anxiety attack are no longer useful. Which makes me useless as a parent until the attack passes. You know what is useful? Blowing off steam by lifting heavy things, and sweating profusely on the bike or elliptical. I always leave the gym feeling good, albeit tired.
I have lost an additional 1.5″ on my waist, 1.5″ around my belly button (take that, spare tire!) 0.5″ around my hips, 1″ around my thighs and 1″ around my shoulders. And for yet another tie-in to motherhood, all that additional fat that I’m getting rid of lowers my chances of suffering from gestational diabetes and hypertension like I did with my son. The last 3 months were awful, because I was on bed rest and couldn’t eat anything yummy. But also because I was constantly worried for my baby. More than I would have been if my pregnancy had been “normal”.
Now, to get off my rant-box and humble myself, I’ll admit that the diet was too strict for me to follow long term. It kick-started the process, giving me the boost I needed to start losing weight. I haven’t lost anymore “weight” at all since the last update, still sitting at the same number on the scale. But my size is changing, and that’s really all I can ask for.
I have added the things I missed back into my diet in moderation. I have to earn the things I want to eat by ensuring that I don’t miss a workout. I don’t need a “cheat” meal anymore because I eat what I want. Yes, this will slow my progress down, but in the end, consistency will win out. I’m not looking for a “get-thin-quick” result, I expect that it will take hard work and determination.
I’m very proud of the progress I’ve made in just one month. I fit into my pre-pregnancy pants (although with the extra skin by my c-section scar, they’re still hard to button). I fit into dresses and shirts I didn’t think I’d wear again for a long time. I still don’t quite fit into my wedding dress, but I’m much closer. It zips up half way!
What about you? Where are you at in your journey? Are you at peace with your body as it is, or are you working toward a goal? No matter what, I hope you love your body. It has done great things for you! I would love to hear your thoughts! Leave a comment 🙂
– Monster Mama