So, Uh, About that Postpartum Fitness Thing…

Postpartum Fitness

I’ve ignored these for too long…

I fell off the postpartum fitness wagon about three months ago.  I’ve gained back all of the weight that I lost, plus another two pounds.  Darn it.

I’m going to have to re-evaluate what I was doing as part of my weight loss plan.  After all, it wasn’t just about losing weight.  It was about getting fit and providing a good example for my children.  Okay, vanity had a lot to do with it, too.  I miss my old body.  My post-baby body after I’d had Andy was just smoking hot.  I look at pictures of me from back then and think… yeah, I’d date me.  Or at the very least, I’d hit on me.  Now that I’m older, though, I have to work harder at postpartum fitness.

I have all kinds of excuses.

I don’t sleep well.  I have insomnia that is a side effect of my migraine medication, which causes me to take copious amounts of sleeping aids (with medical advice).  Then I get up early.  It doesn’t matter when I go to bed.  I still wake up at 5:30.  I usually stay in bed as quiet as can be so that I don’t wake anyone up.

I can’t do my breakfast shakes.  I have to make my shake before Norton is up if I actually want to have it.  I can’t run the blender because it will wake up Eudora.  And I don’t have any of my precious sugar-free Jello Cheesecake pudding.  I really enjoyed the strawberry cheesecake shakes.

Norton doesn’t nap anymore, and it’s hard to get him to even go spend time in his room for quiet time anymore.

I can’t take the kids out for a run in the woods anymore because there’s a bucket load of snow.  No lie, there’s eight inches of snow on my picnic table in the back yard.  Without snowshoes, it’s probably not feasible to go out to Forest for the World, which was my favorite place to go with T’akaya.

I’m fairly busy with two kids, two dogs, two websites, and I’ve started working with Cloth for a Cause, a cloth diapering charity.  I also enjoy doing those things and am not about to give up any of it.

Can’t, can’t, can’t.  All of these stupid excuses.  And really, that’s what they are: excuses for slacking off on postpartum fitness efforts.

So, that’s it.  It’s time.  Tomorrow, I start using the time that I’m up early to get a workout in.  Even if it’s only a twenty minute Turbo Jam workout, it’s still something.  Even if I have to have my shake in the bathroom so that I can actually have it, it’s still doable.  Really, there’s no reason in the world for slacking off as much as I have.

So it’s time to stop.  It’s time to look amazing for Christmas, and maybe figure out how to make my Christmas baking slightly less evil while keeping it still delicious.  I can do this.

Who’s with me?