With Liliana I documented my weight loss journey after giving birth to a T. I updated every week and stepped on that scale religiously until I got the number I wanted. I watched what I ate. I hit the gym hard. And it happened. And I was really proud of myself for that!
This go around, life has been different: more hectic, more kids to watch, two jobs, and no gym to join. The exercise hasn't been happening b/c our gym that had a daycare built in moved MUCH further away from the house. BOO. Apparently the owners of the gym we used to use got a divorce and it was a nasty one. Hence gym moving and hence my crying.
And as for my diet? Well I just eat horribly and I'm ashamed to admit it! Evan and I have repeatedly sat on the couch with a bag of chocolate chips just chowing down. It's embarrassing really. I can, however, say that I have a healthy snack with Liliana every afternoon/ evening while we're waiting to see if Evan will be home in time for dinner (yesterday not so much for instance). We eat grapes and a slice of cheese together. It's one of my favorite times of the day b/c she comes home, says "grape and cheese snack Mommy!" and opens the fridge and pulls out her grapes, a bowl, and her slice of cheese all by herself. Independent booger.
Other differences: I am on the go ALL THE TIME now. Yes my job requires I sit in a chair a lot and when I'm home, I do job #2 that takes up a ton of time (the etsy shop) and that also requires sitting on a chair, but let's just say I don't STAY in the chair for long. At job #1 I'm getting up to go have meetings, to help students, etc. I walk from building to building. I put kids in car seats 12 times a day. I run around with Liliana, dance with her in the kitchen, pick up babies and give kisses WHILE doing job #2. So that's one change that has helped the baby loss journey a wee bit.
The big difference between the two though? I gained less weight this go around. I ate better (read: didn't eat a bag of gummy bears every single day like I did with Liliana). And here's the skinny:
WEIGHT wise, I'm doing pretty poorly ... I think. I wouldn't know. I haven't weighed myself in over 2 weeks. Whenever I remember, I'm like "eh, I'll do it later."
SIZE wise ... I still have a ways to go as well. All my dresses fit me snug (which Evan freaking LOVES. We have this joke that I'm wearing "jump me now!" outfits because the dresses hug my ... assets shall we say? Regardless of the TMI, point is, they fit YES ... but quite snug).
That being said, with Liliana I only had 7 pounds to lose at this stage. This go around? I have ... let's just say I'm guessing it's more like 12. BUT at the same time ...
MY PANTS FIT THIS MORNING!!!!
I REFUSE to buy other clothes after I'm pregnant. I did it with Liliana and I'm doing it here. I think it's a way of MAKING me want to lose the weight. If I go buy a size up, I'll never force myself to lose the weight. SO here I am, in my normal pants feeling pretty damn great about myself even though I've done a whole lot of nothing to get there.
Typing out this post has really made me want to start this journey again. I want to feel good about myself once again. SO, what is my plan?
Truth be told, as long as I keep the two jobs, I can't exercise during the week. I simply don't have time. Take yesterday for example (not a rare day at all). I got home with the girls around 5:30 and fed Gloria. Evan texted at 6 that we should eat dinner without him. We did. He called around 7:40 that he was on his way home. The second he got home, I went in to the study to work on the etsy shops and did non-stop until 10:00. Evan and I decide to sit on the couch and watch New Girl so that we can actually talk to each other a tiny bit (ugh, this schedule is draining). We stay up watching until about 10:30 and then go upstairs. SO, no workout time as long as these two things continue. SURE I could MAKE the time for it. I've always said it's an excuse when people say the don't have the time, but I would much rather have my 30 minutes of cuddling with my husband every night so that's what I'm choosing for now.
SO my plan? Exercise on the weekends. Two times a week is better than nothing.
ALSO, I'm going to really start watching what I shove in my mouth.
HOPEFULLY these two things will motivate me to really get it going. I don't just want the pants to fit like they do now. I want to go back to feeling good about myself in a swimsuit. And right now, I'm pretty sure everybody would run for cover. ; )
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