For some reason getting back in shape has proved to be a lot harder this kid around. I’ve been overweight for a while now. There are no excuses as to why expect over eating and not exercising on my part. I’ve given into instant gratification lifestyle: if it doesn’t melt off the fat right away then it doesn’t deserve my time. Oh and indulging in too many creamy/rich foods.
That stops right now.
The gym membership I have had since the beginning of the year will finally have more than one use per month. Instead of just talking about introducing healthier foods into our diets, we will actually do it. I have also replaced the Fitbit One David gave me for Christmas (I lost the first one) with a Fitbit Flex, so I can track my steps each day and hopefully not lose it again. And that emotional eating issue I have… Well, I’m working on it.
If I keep track every once in a while here I know I can keep myself accountable. I’m still breastfeeding (almost 9 months and going strong) so I can’t lose too much in a week. I’m aiming for no more than 1.5 lbs a week which, according to KellyMom.com, is the safest for lactating mothers.
There are over 20 drafts in my dashboard that haven’t been published. Every time I reread them all I can hear are complaints of everything that has happened the last 4 months. Yes, the last year has been super hard, everyone who has had a child knows it’s hard to even have just one. As I took a shower after both of the kids were finally asleep and my husband went back to work (yes, at 10pm), I had an epiphany of sorts. I need to STOP COMPLAINING and look at the bigger picture!
All I could remember from my day were all the tantrums my toddler threw because “I do it!”, instead of remembering all the kisses and hugs he gave me unprompted. Or how frustrated I was with my husband for not picking up after himself instead of focusing how hard he worked all day, yet still made time to take a family walk and give the baby a bath before bed.
I’m making the effort now to slow down. Think before I speak/yell. Most importantly, listen. If I don’t listen I might miss something sweet come out of my little guys lips.