After months of reaching a stalemate, I finally kicked myself and got going on my diet again. I believe I said I would do that back in December as well, and I did. I started watching my food intake a lot more. However, I didn’t really add anything to it. So at the end of January, when I hadn’t had any weight loss, I wrote down an exercise schedule and got moving.
I’m not exactly an active person by nature. I’m really just lazy and have no desire to actually work my butt (and tummy) off. I would love it if I could just will the fat away. I know. Unhealthy attitude but it’s true. So I had to do something simple for exercise. I love yoga but I knew I wouldn’t do it every day so I settled on twice a week. The other three days that I was committing to exercise had to be something simple so I decided on dancing. A minimum of 20 minutes, shaking my booty and throwing in some twists and turns for the tummy. I may look like a complete idiot, but only Porter and Ella are witness to it and they both seem quite amused. Ella even joins in occasionally.
My new goal was to hit my target weight by Valentine’s Day. I wanted to be able to wear my size 8 Seven For All Mankind jeans on my date with Tom.
It worked! I now have a gold star on my Weight Watchers chart and my butt fits nice and snug in my skinny jeans. (Be warned – I did take an actual shot of my butt – couldn’t be helped!)
There were so many times, especially when I first started out on this diet, that I didn’t think it was possible to reach that 130 mark on the scale. Dieting isn’t easy. Of course when I say that, I don’t mean the particular diet. Weight Watchers is awesome and I would recommend it to anyone. But you still have to have discipline and that’s the hard part. I’m just happy that I finally decided to work harder and I feel like it’s really paid off.
I would love to say that I’m now finally content with my body, but the truth is, I’m not. It suffered a lot with my pregnancy. I will never get that pre-baby body back (even though I weigh less now). I’m trying really hard to accept that and remember that with all the trauma, I got my perfect little girl as a result. I’ve read so many stories of moms that are proud of their stretch marks and think of them as battle scars. I admire those women and hopefully I’ll get to that point some day. I’ll never regret getting pregnant and would instantly do it again, knowing that being a mom is the most important thing I’ll do in my life. But I also wish I could be happy with the way I look naked.
That being said, I am going to continue with my exercise regimen and good eating habits that I learned from Weight Watchers to try and take off 5-10 more pounds. Despite the fact that I can fit in my size 8 jeans, I still have this annoying love handle that I want to banish. So wish me luck. On both the continued weight loss and the continued building of mom-body self esteem.